Lauden's eyes remained soldered on the piece of parchment linking him to Edna.
The last scribbles that were sent his way were drawn in red ink which meant it was written by a hand that did not belong to Edna.
That was the fail-safe they did not tell her about, just in case someone had taken a hold of the paper.
As calm as he attempted to be, the vampire's muscles tensed up, locking him in place. The only movements escaping him were involuntary ones as his limbs shook while holding the piece.
"What is the verdict?" Lord Dragomir's voice reached him from behind.
"This line of communication has been compromised. I lost contact with Edna," he stated simply, his tone flat.
