All through the manor, the walls vibrated with chatter. From where he ambled the hallways, Lauden also caught the clinking of dishes and glass carried out from the ground floor kitchens.
The difference between the light and gentle steps emanating from the gathering room and the quick stomping of staff downstairs was quite stark.
The vampire had centuries of adapting to the sharpness of his senses, and yet, he'd have tuned it all out if it wasn't for that one person he sought throughout the entire building.
And sure enough, the moment Lauden locked eyes on her, the rest instantly became background noise.
"Edna? Is that right?"
She froze in place upon hearing her name. Though the maid did not seem particularly frightened but more so annoyed.
The eyebrow rising further up her forehead with every step he took towards her confirmed it.
"How may I serve you?"
Those words sounded so heavy on her tongue as though someone was prying them out.
