TIARA THORNELLS
The morning sun had barely touched the castle walls when we headed to the bathhouse. The air was still damp with fog, and the steam rising from the warm water curled softly around us like a protective veil. Despite the calm atmosphere and the occasional soft chatter between the girls, my mind was far from peaceful.
As I stood beside the basin filled with warm water, I kept debating again whether or not I should tell them about the terrifying experience. They were already used to life inside the castle but fear was always on their nerves. If I told them, they would have been terrified. I didn’t want that.
So I kept it to myself.
No one needed to know that a vampire had entered my room last night.
Yes, I was sure of it. I hadn’t seen his face clearly, nor had he said a w
