“My name is Tania.” She doesn’t say it in a friendly tone. “I’m in charge of preparing the new ones. I’ll take you to your quarters and explain what you need to know.”
She lifts her skirts as she begins ascending a new staircase. This one is covered with a red carpet, and at the top hangs a portrait. As we approach, I begin to distinguish Cassian’s features in it.
“Are you coming?” the vampire prompts me.
We move quickly through corridors lit by candles resting on ornate, jeweled sconces. We stop in front of a double black wooden door with the same fanged design from outside. She enters the room, lifting the white sheets that cover the furniture as she passes.
“Honestly, we didn’t expect Cassian to take on another bloodmaid.”
“Why?” I dare to ask.
She moves forward and pulls open the
