Deera had gone round the castle and taken in the view of the other tall mountains that surrounded it. It was a good view, if only she could see the whole scape of it from up here, she thought, that would be really nice. She retired in the garden to rest her feet after a long walk, she didn’t notice someone was already there, seated not too far from her.

Darragh always loved the garden, he loved the statues and sculpting’s here that told the ancient stories of the vampires. It was a part of himself that he didn’t want his men to find out; the part of him that...