Chapter Four: Thirty

Lucian and Rhys set out not long after that, each with a small bag that contained a few necessities. It was still early in the morning, not fully dark, but cold fog settled in the air, making it almost impossible to see where one was headed.

Lucian thought this was the best time to move when no one in town was outside or even awake, Rhys agreed with him. The fact they couldn't see where they were heading too wasn't enough to discourage them from still moving ahead.

"Do you have any idea where we are headed?" Rhys asked after the long moment of silence between them.

"Besides the fact that I have no idea where Racula is?" Lucian responded, answering his question with one of his own, a habit he was well aware annoyed the living hell out of his friend.

"Yes, besides that," Rhys answered, not without giving him the biggest warning glare known to mankind.