Seline
An hour whizzed past in a blur, and still no sign of Ferrara. I was getting bored, sitting idly all by myself while observing vampires lure unsuspecting humans into the shadows to drink from them. This was not my usual scene, and I could kill for fresh air.
“Do you mind if I step outside for a bit?” I asked the head guard — he was tall, hunky and had a somewhat Irish accent. “I need some air.”
His face was impassive, his voice thick. “His Highness instructed us to not let you out of our sights even for a minute.”
I rolled my eyes. What a genuis. “Well, I'm getting suffocated in here. Plus, I need to take a pee as well.”
“There's no restroom facility in the building, Miss. Would you prefer taking a pee at the back of the building while we watch from a distance?”
At this point,
