The room was filled with the scent of herbs and smoke.
A young girl stood by the hearth, her back facing them. She did not turn, as if not sensing their presence, as she stared blankly at the fire.
“I wasn't expecting this many guests,” she said calmly, her voice smooth.
“How many guests were you expecting, if I may ask?” Lucas asked.
She spun around, facing them. “Just him.” She pointed at Ian.
“I’ve been expecting you, Ian Lyrien Draven,” she said, intrigue burning softly in her eyes.
Lucas and Thomas glanced Ian’s way before facing the young witch again.
“You seem to be interested in our brother,” Lucas commented.
“Mmm, you could say so,” the witch said, taking leisurely steps toward them.
“But can you blame me? Who isn't interested in the one vampire who conjured the sun.” She
