Moonlight illumined Lascaux’s path as the horse he rode galloped away the miles. The vampire bent low over the horse’s neck, his eyes scanning the moonlit landscape for any cottage or barn in which they could be hiding. He’d already stopped in every dwelling he’d passed since leaving the keep at sundown, but had found nothing but dead or dying mortals. He’d spent most of the night searching and the sun would rise soon. There was not much time. Only one thing was certain, Darelle was somewhere in this countryside and he was going to find her.
A white froth flew from his stallion’s mouth onto his neck and Lascaux reined the beast into a brisk walk, allowing him a bit of rest. The edge of the forest bordered the road and Lascaux listened carefully for any sounds in the dark depths which migh
