#Chapter 125: The Meeting

Almara’s Pov We follow at the surprisingly swift pace of the stout vampire ahead of us. We head down the long hallway, and I swear the portraits are following us with their eyes. Only Robert walks with his head held high, Bess and I keep our gaze fixed on the crimson-red rug beneath us. I see an extra pair of feet past us and I dare lift my head to see who it is. Crossing the hall, is a young vampire-ess. She looks to be in her young twenties though I doubt that’s really true. She’s in a maid’s outfit carrying a tray with another male servant walking behind her. His hair is brighter than any light we’ve seen thus far. They move past us with an air of elegance and grace. If their race wasn’t so detestable, I would consider this young woman and her male servant to be attractive. Her red curls bounce as if waving goodbye. Just as quickly as they entered our purview, they disappeared into a door on the far side of the hall. We come up to another set of tall black doors and the man es