Chapter 42: Lucius Vlaydin

The blood descending down the palm of Chiri’s hand, its slow progress marked by a vivid trail of red flowing across her wrist. The thick liquid dropped enticingly onto the floor in front her. Glancing around critically, Chiri dug the tip of the blade further into her finger as she said, “I see. And this is the entire manor?”

Chiri’s skeptical response a reaction to her guide’s claim their tour of the property had concluded. She estimated that there were at least two rooms, which had been excluded from their itinerary. The first, being the private quarters of the Coven head, the owner of which she would prefer not to encounter. The second however, was more of an intuitive guess than a raising certainty. No stranger to the sprawling and maze-like structure of many a house such as Vasmere Manor. Chiri could rationally surmised that a building of this size and age, would also be in possession of a cellar. Secluded and kept out of view from most guests, it was without doubt the most probab