Eva and Castille followed Miss Gibson through a few doorways silently, both feeling like scolded children. As they approached a secret passageway behind a bookshelf, Eva hesitated, looking between Castille and Miss Gibson.
“I’m not sure I want to go any further…”
“Why not, dear?” Miss Gibson asked, though Eva felt there was no way she didn’t sense her uneasiness.
“You know exactly why. I am a wolf, being led through secret passageways in an ancient coven, accompanied only by a vampire I’ve just met and you…” Eva paused a moment, then looked hard at Miss Gibson, “What are you, anyway?”
“I am also a vampire. I’m cloaked with a spell. I keep watch over the coven, and over Castille. I’ve raised him from a tiny child to the powerful vampire you see before you.”
“Okay, so I’m a wolf, be
