Zara padded barefoot behind Patricia, still a bit dazed from waking up. The corridor was quiet with modern decorations, and bright—so unlike the stone halls of the vampire realm.
They stopped in front of a sleek, tempered glass door. Patricia turned and looked at her with a composed expression.
"Miss… where are your wives? Didn't you wake them?"
Zara gave her a sheepish smile. "Ah… they'll wake up later. I didn't want to disturb their sleep."
Patricia nodded respectfully, not questioning further.
"As you wish, Miss. Let's go inside."
Huh? Zara tilted her head slightly, following hesitantly.
'Why is she coming in with me…?'
The glass door opened with a quiet hiss, revealing a soft-lit dressing area. Towels, robes, and various oils were neatly arranged on warm wooden shelves. The scent of lavender hung lightly in the air.
