Chapter 48. An Offer

Mage Headquarters - Tirria 

Mistress Toussard was many things to different people—Mage, witch, sharman, and some even called her a wizard, but standing in front of Lady Lucia, she was an arch enemy to her, a dangerous one she remembered from her past.

Lady Lucia unknowingly sneered as she gazed at the woman standing proudly before her. She had to crane her neck to look at her because not only was Mistress Toussard tall, she had on high heels on which she tottered on, such that she glared, or presently smirked, down at Lady Lucia.

She let loose a high-pitched sound, something between a chuckle and a laugh, as she saw the look on Lady Lucia's face. "It is nice of you to grace us with your presence, vampire-mage, follow me, your chamber awaits you."

Lady Lucia knew that no chamber awaited her. A cell—four by four meters wide—with glaring, protruding lights and a stiff wooden bench to sit on, or lay on, as the case may be, awaited her. That cell would be col