“What’s this? What’s this?” Ruby optics looked over the intruders; one a vampire with a familiar scent and aura–a pureblood, just like Tristan herself–and…hm? A little enigma? What fun this would be! But despite the lack of time she spent inside it, mother Sharpie would not forgive those who went too close to her home.
Entering a vampire’s home is forbidden. This mansion is her safe place, not a lost and found box.
But Tristan Sharpie was still an innocuous little firefly, right?
With little fluttering from blonde pigtails, the woman tilted her head to the side and asked very innocently, “Who are you?”