Cassius leaned back on his chair, tapping his fingers impatiently against the desk.
'Where is Lucius?' He thought.
He was usually quick, but tonight he seemed to be taking an eternity with the item Cassius had been waiting for.
He was just about to call for one of his maids when the faint creak of the bathroom door caught his ear.
He turned his head and was surprised by the sight.
Carmela stepped out, no longer the flustered, feverish woman he had seen earlier, but the familiar, composed vampire noble.
Her posture was straight, movements calm and perfect, the same chilling aura back in her eyes.
Even her hair, which had been a mess before, now fell neatly, and her expression carried the same quiet authority of a warrior ready for battle.
Cassius's smile faded slightly. The warmth and softness she'd shown before were completely gone.
Carmela noticed his expression immediately and narrowed her eyes.
"Why are you making that face?" She asked sharply.
