All Amora could do during the night was cover her head with a down pillow, and try to ignore the noises of pain that came from downstairs. Even if the vampire boy had threatened to devour her and carve her master's name in her flesh, she still didn't like anyone being beaten. When the dawn finally did shine through the window, she groaned, rubbing her bloodshot eyes.<br/><br/>As soon as she walked down the steps and saw the battered young man, she bit her lip to keep silent. "Are you going somewhere, Master"