Somewhere in a spacious living room, a blonde-haired charming man called over his butler. "Are the people standing guard at Bonington Hall still there?"
"Yes, Sir Lucas."
"And?" Lucas asked menacingly as his deep dark blue eyes glared in no particular direction.
"There are no changes since the last hour, Sir Lucas," the butler reported.
The butler could not make out why Sir Lucas is obsessed in getting an hourly update of his victim. The others never seemed to bother where their victim is at all times. They would just notify the relevant party of the when, where and what time they want when they need to.
To say Lucas fall for her is unimaginable. He is a purist. He loathes those who fall for humans. Humans are nothing but a plaything for the vampires, exploited for any possible resources they are able to obtained. They knew they are made a fool of and yet, they still throw themselves when vampires demand.
