“Latina?” Sebastian called for the nth time.

No one answered. The kitchen was cold and neat, with no trace of someone using it since last night. The utensils were properly arranged on their trays, unmoved since the last time they used them.

Sebastian checked every corner in the mansion. He panicked when he couldn’t find the lady anywhere inside.

“Did she run away?” Sebastian asked no one in particular, having cold sweats. His mind went blank. He was certain that Latina was still under his spell last night. But the lady said something unlikely after she drank his blood.

“Could it be that she remembers? She’s capable of breaking my...