"Rousse, are you okay?"

I got up from the ground, still dizzy.

That sensation of falling and spinning endlessly had been horrible.

"Yes, Miss Victoria," His rough voice answered.

He stood up to his full height, towering over me with his intimidating shadow, like everything else about him.

The black hood he always wore had fallen back, revealing his grayish hair.

His eyes, nearly white, stared straight into mine.

I’m more than used to the undead, but Rousse is still imposing, even for me.

Always