Kandais fought the urge to stay in the warmth of the bathroom. She fretted over her lack of control over this situation; forcing her to quickly get to know the people on the other side of the door. Worst of all she was now in the spiders web, the home of a vampire.
“They are only people,” she whispered to herself, “not fiends in men's clothing.”
She breathed in deep and opened the door. The blue shirt and black jeans that Yasha had loaned were a bit tight and Kandais's first few steps were stiff, but she was too relieved to be clean and clothed to care much. The walls around her were covered in a panoply of baubles and odd hanging crafts work. Many of them were of crude design as if they were crafted by unskilled hands or by children. One caught her eye, blazing and sparkling all on its
