Sylvia's POV:

Geoffrey was imprisoned in a dungeon.

It had to be said that Geoffrey was a man who enjoyed luxuries. Even his dungeon was elegantly decorated. If it weren't for the dim lighting, I would've thought that we were in a palace.

"Did Geoffrey foresee that he'd be imprisoned here one day?" Yana whined in a low voice.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

Rufus, who was walking beside me, looked at me questioningly. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Let's go. Geoffrey's probably dying to see us." I pushed Rufus, urging him to go inside.

chuckled. "I think

And he was right.

and I stepped foot inside the cell, Geoffrey immediately dove under the covers. He didn't ask

stayed in a single, fully-furnished cell. It was just like

in name. Before he was dismissed officially,

wall. You've succeeded. Why come here?" Finally, Geoffrey's voice broke the silence. He sounded neither reconciled

and didn't

pulling the quilt off of his head. He was wearing a shabby white shirt. Stubble littered his cheeks and chin, and his eyes were bloodshot. In a word, he looked very disheveled. "Tell me, what is it you want from me now?" Geoffrey swung his legs over the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. In a matter of mere days, he had become much thinner and desolate-looking. His usually upright back had

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At the time, this place was still under the rule of the vampires. Noreen came to me and said that she had cursed Hobson with the black death curse and that I should take

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