Sylvia's POV:
I examined every inch of Hobson's body. His legs, arms, and fingers looked as dry as a withered leaf. He didn't look this frail and weak when I saw him the day before yesterday.
No wonder he didn't attend the dinner last night.
Hobson's body was chapped and dry like a dehydrated log of wood.
Such a sign was abnormal for both werewolves and vampires.
I thought his health was deteriorating.
I circled the coffin twice, gently knocking on its walls. The loud thud resounded across the silent room.
However, Hobson didn't wake up.
I discovered that no matter how powerful a vampire was, they would sleep like a log during the day.
As I examined Hobson, I found something like a cross hanging on his neck. The shape of the cross looked strange. It had a wavy pattern that looked like saw teeth.
'Is it a key?'
If my guess was right, then it must be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it even in his sleep.
After a moment's hesitation, I cautiously reached for it.
My heart took a sprint in my chest when I saw Hobson's face.
I prayed for him not to wake up.
A wave of relief washed over me when I touched the key. I gripped the chain and gently pulled it.
But before I could pull the key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The force was so strong that it seemed to crush my bones.
My heart leaped to my throat.
Only then did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes and was staring at me.
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