Chapter 50: The Royal Conference

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Startled, I averted my eyes, wondering why he was near Fashire's wing. I thought every prominent vampire would have to be at the conference. Who was that?

I looked back to find he was no longer there. I increased my pace, disturbed. As much as I wanted to believe I was seeing things, I strongly felt that wasn't the case.

We reached the end of the lengthy bridge-like corridor and in front of another fenced gate, which led to another wing. Probably the main one considering it was a far larger building section than the one we just came out of. 

It was astonishing how I was able to see this clearly in the dark, but the gloomy void that the gate opened to, proved to be something I couldn't see through.