As soon as they heard the footsteps go away and the light in the kitchen turn off, Erin let out a sigh in relief and finally took off her hand from Alaric’s mouth.
“Geez, how many people are in this freaking castle?” she asked, blindly taking a few bottles from Alaric’s arms to help him out.
“A lot,” he answered, and suddenly, the light inside the room they were in turned on. As their eyes adjusted from the dark, Erin realized that they were inside a walk-in pantry—or “storage” as they referred to it there. Ingredients and food lined the shelves—too many to search.
“Wow, it’s like you have a room for every little thing,” she said in awe, placing her bottles carefully on the ground, but taking the one she had already drunk from. Alaric did the same, then watched as she drank while go
