"What do you intend to do?" A grim-faced Vampire hissed, "You're all rather eager to die."
"Cram it, Andreau," The spokesperson said ruthlessly, "You're welcome to offer yourself to Gilles then. Our plan has always been rife with risks, death awaits us either way, wouldn't it be far better to go with the least dangerous route?"
There was a brief stretch of tense silence after his lengthy speech, no one seeming to have any counter to the spokesperson's words.
"So what is our next step?" The Vampire who had opened the prison doors for Dulce asked, bushy brows furrowed.
The spokesperson glanced at Dulce who was quietly huddled next to the human witch. The Vampire looked completely harmless, locks of his pale hair framing his face, but the spokesperson didn't see this, instead, he saw their terrifying savior.
"There's only one thing left to be done, take Dulce Montesserat with us to pay a visit to Gilles." He said grimly.
