Meredith.
With Valmora's reminder about vampires echoing steadily in my head, I considered my dressing, wearing only a knitted sweater, a pair of jean trousers, and minimal makeup.
Deidra had put up my hair in a neat updo, and I had chosen the simple necklace Dennis had gifted me when I passed my swimming classes, letting it rest against my collarbone.
The soft scrape of my sandals echoed faintly against the polished floor as I walked down the long hallway toward the entrance.
Just then, the familiar little voice called out to me, followed by hurried footsteps.
"My lady!"
I stopped in my steps and turned to see Xamira sprinting down the hall, her dress fluttering around her knees, her green eyes wide with hope.
She clutched my hand as soon as she reached me. "Take me with you. Please?"
Her face was so earnest I almost laughed, but I crouched instead, brushing her hair from her forehead.
"Xamira, where I'm going isn't a place for children."
