Chapter 387. A Vow
Mauve watched the curtains of her room flay, the only evidence of Louis’ presence. The partly open curtains gave her an ample vision of the sky, which looked beautiful.
The stars were out, lighting the sky with their glow. The moon was crescent; it wasn’t its brightest, and it was just enough light not to outshine the tiny stars closest to it.
She tore her gaze from the window, stalling, wasn’t she? She wiped her face, drying the tears streaming down her face. She wanted to say Louis was right, but she didn’t know him well enough to know whose side he was on.
She lifted the pillow again and stared hard at the letter. Picking it up, she pulled away the seal. The metallic smell of blood hit her. She frowned. Did he write it with his blood?
Mauve’s eyes widened in horror. She was fine with a regular letter. Why did he feel the need to do this?
She opened it completely, and the red letters looked back at her. The color was darker at night, but it was still enough to let her know what it was.
Mauve moved closer to the lamp. She didn’t have good enough eyesight. Sitting in the dark with vampires didn’t make her eyes better. In fact, nothing of her changed. She would still have difficulties roaming in the night with them.
Mauve shook her head. Her unnecessary, gloomy thoughts were debilitating. She couldn’t afford to think like that right now. It would make her dive into the deep hole of all the things that were wrong with her.
Mauve stared at the letter. It was surprisingly easy to see the words. She didn’t know what she expected when she found out he wrote with his blood, but this wasn’t bad ink.