"Emmeline!" Alexa exclaimed, intuiting that the undead girl had been there for some time. They just hadn't seen her before.
Emmeline looked at them with a sadistic expression that didn't match her delicate beauty. Alexa now understood that what she perceived wrong in the girl was, in fact, caused by her being a 'young' upir. Her bestial and violent nature had to be controlled, and the 'Master' apparently recently punished her, judging by the reddish stains on her clothing. Emmeline wore men's clothing, riding pants, shirt, and boots.
"I question you the same, Emmeline? Where do you think you're going?" Iacintho questioned her even harder, and Emmeline's eyes widened.
"I saw e-everything!" the girl pointed to them, like a child who doesn't want to be deceived. "All! The bride with my clothes at my house… is a witch!"
Iacintho rolled his eyes,
