Crimson Petals of the Impaler : Book 2

Previously

…As she sat on the weathered bench outside, the scent of pine and damp earth filling her lungs, a prickle of unease began to snake through her. The wind, usually a gentle caress, now carried a sharper edge, whispering warnings she couldn’t quite decipher. It was as if the very air around her was holding its breath, waiting. She rose, a restless energy propelling her, the usual peace of her surroundings replaced by a subtle, growing tension. The world, for all its familiarity, suddenly felt poised on the brink of something unknown, something that stirred Prince Vlad’s ancient, protective spirit within her, urging her senses to sharpen, to taste the wind for the approaching threat.