Noah, Naima, and Mina all stood quietly, their eyes staring at the steel coffin apprehensively.
Footsteps echoed from the entrance to the dungeons, growing closer at an alarming speed. Cassandra turned calmly toward the footsteps.
“Ah, Mr. Stavros, Mr. De León, I’m afraid you’ve missed all of the excitement,” Cassandra said, her wise, amber eyes twinkling brightly. Nico and Rodrigo appeared around the corner, surveying the scene.
She acts as though locking up a predatory Vampire professor is just another typical Sunday afternoon, thought Noah in amazement.
“Is everyone alright? Mr. Edwards, are you hurt?” she asked, eying his wrists.
“I’ll be alright, thank you, High Priestess,” Noah nodded.
“And Miss Copeland?” Cassandra asked, turning to look at Mina.
Mina’s eyes had returne
