42. I Want You

Valeria looked up. The sun was setting down, and its rays blinded her as she tried to trace the movements of the woman on top of the wall.

Spikes were still poking out of the old stones, but Carmilla did not seem bothered. She was walking between the sharp blades gracefully without even looking at them. A true werecat.

"Is the little Princess lost? "she sneered, words laced with spite. Cats knew h