Even minutes after he was gone, the air he left behind remained chilled. Like ice that refused to thaw even in the face of the sun.
It was both creepy and ominous in a way that made her skin crawl. So much so she didn't know when she slumped back to her seat, as if the motion would stave the goosebumps away.
Vladimir came to her, asking about Rashel and not about his deceased sired son, Alaric.
He had completely taken her by surprise when he veered in that direction. More so when he asked her what she thought about Khaos. Needless to say, her skills of reading a man failed completely for she could not make head nor tail of who he truly is, and what his motives actually are.
And that was a shame. A true shame.
