"It's... kind of complicated." She sighed, running a hand through her now long, red hair. "But... it is." She paused briefly before pointing her thumb over her shoulder, almost reluctantly. "She's my mother."
"Holy shit..." Victor went completely white.
Carmilla stared at Scarlett as if she were looking at a ghost ripped from a very old memory. And, in a way, that was exactly what it was. That little red-haired girl she had taken in... that she had protected... was there, alive, standing before her. How was that possible?
"Scarlett?" Carmilla asked, her voice low, almost cautious.
Scarlett simply nodded.
She didn't seem exactly happy to see her mother... and there was a reason for that.
"What... happened?" Carmilla asked, visibly nervous now, her heart pounding in her chest—even harder than when she had awakened again thanks to Victor's blood.
Scarlett shrugged, as if she were talking about something trivial.
