C11 (2/2)

The door slammed shut.

She lit the white candle on the black wooden table, intending to pray for her sister.

However, it was obviously of no use. The radiance of the white candle was dim, ready to dissipate at any moment.

Marcel kidnapped Jane's body. Damn it, her soul would not be able to rest in peace without returning to the land.

As she lit the candle, she lost control of her emotions. Her only sister, the last family member in the world, had also left her.

”You're the one who got me involved in this, Jane. Give me the strength to finish it.” Hold on to the damn table, Sophie swore through her teeth. She had to find a way to make Marcel pay.

She felt an invisible threat approach rapidly.

The back side door was slammed shut by the wind, almost before she could react.

A loud sound echoed out.

As if she had tripped over something, Sophie looked back, but there was still no sign of her.

There was a whoosh of wind from behind her, and she turned around again, still not yet, relieved. She turned to continue lighting the candle, but the vampire in front of her startled her.

It was one of Marcel's men, disgusting and wretched.

Sophie was even more annoyed than the size of her eyes.

”The door isn't broken, you know.”

Another vampire came down from the sky, his fangs bared, his voice high. ”You're casting magic?”

”I'm praying for my dead sister. Come, remember her.” Sophie sneered, her hair shining chestnut-colored in the light.

But Sophie's long hair should not have been that color.

The bright chestnut color was undeniably the color of the white dew's curly hair.