Chapter 46: Ima Droughtsbrot

I can't believe I am doing this for him. Hler thought, flying through the snow blizzard. Well, it is kind of a given with how much he has done for me. 

Finally making it out of the blizzard, he stopped in front of a door to a small cottage, quickly knocking on it only to hear no response. 

She is really playing with me, isn't she? He thought, chuckling to himself before waving his hands in front of the door, unlocking it before he stares into the room. I can't enter unless I am given permission to, which is really a problem right now. Where is she?

"What do you want, bloodsucker?" A crackly old voice asked from deep inside the darkroom, where not a single presence could be felt. "It is rare for someone like you to come."