Who knew that diving headfirst into a pair of the leading, if not most terrifying, individuals in the castle is like hitting a brick wall. A tall, remarkably pretty brick wall, with a pair of needle-like fangs and the ability to get into people's heads at the mere flick of a whim. I stumble backwards, gripping the book a little tighter in my arms, quickly checking to assess that it is fully covered by the makeshift blanket of clothes I have stowed it in, anxious for my plans to remain hidden.
Though I suppose there is only so much you can hide from a vampire who reads minds almost as often as he drains blood.