PS: Please vote for the book 'Belle Adams' butler' which is the fifth book when it comes to power stones.
Robarte's eyes went wide as saucers, the slit in his eyes turning even narrower than before as he didn't know what just happened right now. One moment the pureblooded vampire was right in his reach and ready to be shot and he had pulled the trigger. The next moment he had disappeared in less than a blink of an eye and now stood behind him.
"You are a witch too…" on Robarte's words, Damien lips twisted into a smile.
"No, thanks. Did you think I was a spoiled pompous man? That, that was all I had in me?" Damien pulled out the cork that creaked slowly as he purposely took his time. Feeding on fear like men and women like these was something Damien enjoyed the most. He loved and when the fear was slowly reeking out of the witcher though he tried to hide it, Damien couldn't help himself but bask in it.
