Of course, she had every intention to accept, but the last thing she expected was to be approached by another group—one she assumed had died out or completely gone into hiding.
The hunters.
Vampire hunters, to be precise.
Aira left her room and headed out, nodding to the guards who greeted her, even as she mentally prepared to meet Varret—the teacher who was supposed to train her how to fight, whom she had only met once before.
Her steps were steady even as she struggled not to drag them. The last thing she wanted to do was practice how to wield a sword, but she also knew better than to avoid improving her skills.
Making her way downstairs, she was still climbing down when she sighted Harriet, who stood by the edge of the steps, just in front of the set of guards that manned the staircase.
From the way she stood, it was clear that she had been there for a while—and she had no intention of leaving.
