Valerian Cross 34      

"What the hell is this?"

Evelyn smirked as she dusted some over herself. "A little something I brewed. It masks our scent and cloaks our presence, making us blend in." She secured the pouch back into her belt. "Vampires rely on their senses more than anything. If they can't smell you, they won't bother to see you."

Valerian exhaled sharply, brushing a hand through his hair. "You could've warned me before throwing witch dust in my face."

"Where's the fun in that?" she teased before gesturing for him to follow. "Come on, we need to move."

They made their way through the grand, towering halls of the Blood Mansion, each step careful but unhurried. Walking too cautiously would only draw attention. Confidence was key.