CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

I jumped down from the windowsill, watching as the ground rose up to meet me. I landed at a weird angle, almost falling flat on my face, but I quickly picked myself up.

I sniffed. My nose had caught a weird smell. The smell tugged at my senses, familiar but unknown.

It was getting stronger, and I could sense it moving. Almost like it was walking towards me.

I turned back to the window to see the butler looking down at me with a raised brow. “Did you find anything of interest sir?” he said, with his hands cupped around his mouth.

I nodded with a grim expression, then turned back to the around me. I looked straight ahead to the forest, in the direction of the blood stains. And I frowned, feeling guilty, because I understood why she had gone there.

My eyes were still facing the bushes, when I became curious. “What is your name my friend?” I asked, without turning back to the butler.

And I could hear him clear his throat as he prepared the answer. “I am Richard sire…” he answered.

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