Draculeus didn't look at Sharpy. His piercing, slitted eyes remained fixed entirely on the trembling form on the floor. The heavy aura radiating from his towering frame seemed to press down on the stone tiles, making the air thick and difficult to breathe.
He stepped forward, the heavy thud of his boots echoing in the absolute silence. He stopped right beside the kneeling Sharpy and looked down at the younger girl.
"Is this true? Was this a game, little sister?"
From the edge of her vision, the redhead saw Sharpy subtly tilt her head, her jaw tightening in a silent, lethal warning. It was the same signal she always gave… the promise of absolute torment once the doors were closed and the guards were gone.
