Carmilla and Scarlet were sitting on the trunk of a destroyed tree in a clearing far from the mansion. Neither of them had actually trained that morning. Carmilla still held a blood sword across her legs, but the blade had remained motionless for several minutes, while Scarlet stared at the sky with a dark expression and her arms crossed over her chest. The forest was silent, although the vampiric energy around the two kept every animal intelligent enough to stay far away.
"Two weeks and three days," Scarlet murmured without taking her eyes off the clouds. "Two weeks, three days, and approximately nine hours since the last time Victor fucked me."
Carmilla slowly turned her face toward her daughter.
"Did you really keep counting the hours?"
