I was brutally awoken by a thundering bang, followed by several less intense knocks, I pulled the blanket over my shoulders, quickly noticing the pale ink gown by the bottom of the bed. Had the healer already been? Had I slept through it all? I climbed to my feet, pleased when nothing hurt nor ached, hurriedly throwing the dress over my exposed body and walking towards the door; not sure what to expect.
“Wake up filthy witch!” Came a vicious voice, the voice of a vampire I didn’t recognise, though I could sense it was an undead creature.
I stopped just before the door, too afraid to open it in case it wasn’t one of Silas’ men. “I’m awake.” I shouted out; my tone sterner than it was meant to be.
“I am to escort you to Prince Silas immediately.” The voice boomed. “As to what he wants with
