The rough wood of the post dug painfully into Eevy's back.
Blood dripped slowly from her split lip, pooling warmly on her collarbone in the cool air.
She kept her chin tucked down, refusing to give the monster standing in front of her the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
The Vampire Knight was a towering wall of dark iron and pale muscle, and he grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her bruised face up to meet his glowing red eyes.
"Tell me about the southern gate wards, little mouse," the Knight growled.
His breath smelled of rotting meat and wine.
"How many mages do they keep on rotation during the night shift?"
Eevy coughed, tasting blood on her tongue.
"Go fuck yourselves."
A armored fist backhanded her squarely across the cheek.
Her head snapped sharply to the side, and her ears instantly rang with a high-pitched whine.
'I really messed this up,' Eevy thought, closing her swollen eyes.
'I was supposed to be the best scout in the guild.'
