Jophiel descended a flight of stairs that lead to the cellar. The place smelled of dust and blood it instantly made her feel the urge to throw up. The cellars were dark, with only red eyes of imprisoned vampires gleaming in the dark. She swallowed hard as she made her way forward.
He was locked in the cellar at the farthest end together with someone they called prince Charles. But she wasn't interested in princes. The ones she'd encountered so far had brought enough trouble in her plate.
He was leaning on the wall when she arrived, his eyes fixated to the damp walls above. On his left was a curled white haired guy she presumed to be prince Charles.
His eyes moved swiftly and settled on her face before traveling her length. There was nothing lustful in his gaze but he made her swallow.
"And?" He asked, shifting his eyes back to the damp walls. She followed his line of sight to see a drop of water form and land on the dusty floor.
