None of Vlad's guards wanted to be responsible for me dying, yet they were all too afraid of him to give me their blood.īy the time the fourth and final door creaked open, I sat up and pushed at the arms supporting me. I kept my eyes shut and my head drooping as we were ushered through more checkpoints. Then I was lifted up, the wind rushing past me from how fast whoever had grabbed me ran down the narrow staircase that led to the dungeon. As expected, I didn't hit the floor before strong arms caught me. In response, I let myself go entirely limp. "I'll secure permission to let you through," the redhead guard said. For further effect, I swayed, and though the sandy-haired guard steadied me, as soon as I straightened, he snatched his hands away while looking around guiltily. Think about how territorial you vampires are and how I only drank Vlad's blood when I lived here before. The guards exchanged an even warier look while inwardly, I smiled. "If I drank your blood when he was so close by?" "Wouldn't that make him angry?" I interrupted, widening my eyes. "However, I would be glad to give you my blood - " "He didn't authorize you to come down here," the beefy, redheaded guard stated. "I know, that's why you have to let me through. I gave him my best helpless-female smile, hoping he'd mistake the rage wafting off me for something else.
"I'm sorry, Miss Dalton, you can't be here," the sandy-haired one said.
The hallway curved and narrowed, dead-ending with two vampires in front of an iron door a foot thick. I had a plan to get past the guards, and running up to them wouldn't help. My footsteps echoed in the enclosed space, but I slowed down the last twenty yards. Those steps I took two at a time, making a left turn at the tunnel instead of my usual right.
I swiped the blood off my upper lip and stormed out of my room, practically running down the stairs to the interior garden and the staircase behind it.
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