Chapter 43

She was in towel

I went around behind him, intending to surprise him, but when I went around the back of the monument, I found that the place on which he stood was empty. Where did he go? I sniffed the ground, looking for his trail, but found nothing.

A low whistle came from above. And now he was already standing on top of a three-meter memorial. I sneezed, feeling a strange smell in my nose, and rushed to run from the cemetery.

Clive ran as if he had wings on his feet, easily keeping up with me. We descended the slope and crossed the deserted road leading to the stables. The horses knew my scent and didn't make much fuss. However, an unknown vampire was with me tonight.

As soon as we approached, the horses neighed and stomped. I didn't want to upset them, so I turned south into a large open area where we could play. The grass was tall. Clive stopped in the middle of the meadow, arms crossed over his chest, as if he was bored and waiting for me. I followed him like a lion in the Sere