Chapter 50

I attempted to reach out to my master once more, but I heard nothing in response, though I didn’t know what to say; what could I say? I didn’t know where I was, or who had captured us. Not yet.

Berus stopped in the centre of the large room, a table a few feet away from him; where three vampires sat watching us, waiting for us to make the first move. The necromancer bowed and so, me and Blanche did the same; unsure what else we could do. I lifted my eyes to get a good look at those who sat at the table; the rest of the room bare of anything, no pictures, no windows, nothing.

I suspected the one sat in the middle was the head of whatever family we were in the presence of, his long raven hair running down to his jawline in what looked to be a middle parting; smooth and pale skin and amber eyes that stared into my very soul. He had high cheek bones and was incredibly thin, though he looked to stand over six foot, though I could not be sure as he was sat down. H