The morning sun cast long, golden streaks across the clearing as the group prepared to depart. The fire had been extinguished, the bedrolls rolled and stored. The scent of dew and earth hung in the air, fresh and clean.
Lilith's crimson eyes, sharp and observant, lingered on Isolde as the vampire moved about the camp. There was something different about her—a subtle shift in her aura, a quiet confidence that hadn't been there before. Her hair, now a deep, vibrant crimson, caught the morning light like living fire.
Isolde noticed Lilith's gaze. She met it without flinching, a faint, enigmatic smile curving her lips.
Lilith's curiosity flickered, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she said nothing.
