Darius sat in the carriage as the horses made their way through that grassland. All the coachmen were covered from head to toe in multiple layers of clothes, yet the fear of getting infected by that grass kept them on the edge.
Everyone else was seated inside the carriage safely. Hilton shared Darius's carriage and sat across him. He observed the young soon-to-be leader of the Vampire breed carefully.
"Staring at people without their permission doesn't suit you, Mr Hilton."
"I received your mother's letter."
Darius remained silent.
"She wants to come and see you."
Again Hilton didn't get any reply.
"I am talking to you, Darius." He sounded irritated now. "She is worried for your health. She wants to come and see the progress in your condition by herself.
It has been more than two months, Darius. For how long are you going to play this game?"
Darius leaned back, matching Hilton's questioning gaze.