Celeste rushed down to her room. Her feet slapped the marble floor as her steps quickened. She couldn’t get there fast enough. She could easily trace there but she had placed a protective spell around her room because vampires loved to spy on others. She didn’t want anyone tracing into her room, blending into the shadows to spy on her. The spell prevented any vampire from tracing in, including her.
Aaag! She never regretted her decision until now. She needed to take a shower and wash off the stench of that animal from her skin. The other vampires will pick up the scent on her in seconds.
And they will wonder. Wonder how she had survived a Forxard attack.
Survive, Celeste scoffed. She hadn’t survived. She had come up with the most brilliant plan of the century. If there weren’t minor
