#Chapter 238: The Last Battle

Almara’s Pov Though it’s dark in the dungeon, nighttime has fallen. I can tell by the heightened energy pulsating throughout the castle above us from the vampires who are their most active, meanwhile, my internal clock is slowed down and with a belly full of steak, I’m ready for bed. “You’ll have to sleep down here, for now,” Delfino says noticing the heaviness of all our eyes. “Can you bring Grace to us?” I ask. “I’m afraid not yet,” Delfino says, but doesn’t bother with an explanation as to why not. “She’s safe.” Delfino adds though it’s hardly a consolation. His idea of safe is far-fetched from what I know is safe. “I’m going to get her tomorrow, weather it’s time yet or not,” Arthur says and leaves no room for debate. Delfino ignores Arthur’s comment and adjusts his cape so the collar comes up high against his face. “I must get going, I’ll come in the morning with food and if Arthur here is correct, about your wolves already being on their way, then we begin fig