~Rodney's P. O. V.~
Damnit! I have to let the past go! It had only been a few days since I left Barthalomwe alone with her. Has she woken yet? Has she eaten properly? Has she bathed at all since her time in his dungeon? Bathed. I felt my cheeks heat up as I thought of her without clothes. Because of my impure thoughts, I ran into a tree.
"Ow!" Face hit the trunk pretty hard. I rubbed my nose. Wait a moment? This isn't my realm. I looked around and saw the withered grass, the dirt patch that looked like a horse's body. I took a deep breath as I realized where I was. The blood on the trees was no mistake. Barthalomew said he killed her steed. This is fresh blood, as well as fresh as it could be for almost two weeks old. That poor horse. Ever since I turned into a vampire, I have only fed
