He was tempted to remove with a slap that horrible stinking hand of the vampire. But he did not. It would be unwise. Margöz did not know how many minions more could be hidden in the darkness of the halls. The warm blood from his chin ran under his black veil leaving a bloody aurora in the garment. Gently, he lifted her hand away gently, so there is no confusion. But still he was unsure if she was reliable to put this matter in her hands.
”If it is true what you say … ‘my lady’. Why is that he has NEVER spoken to me about you before?”
Lips to her finger, sleek tongue that darts to lick Margöz's blood away. It tastes of desert, of sand, of spite and rage and battle-lust.
It tastes human. She spits it out, teeth showing in her grin.
"Not all of Master's agents step into the light."














