Alardis was never warm. Yet his eyes were red like two orbs displaying the gateway to hell, unfeeling while getting pleasure from pain. With him was the icy air of death, dragging and on edge.
"Do I even have to act surprised?"
She should not have taken her travels lightly. Next to hers, Alardis' clan remained influential- having followers from both purebloods and lesser vampires. Sending them after her was an easy task.
"Rocco saw you fooling around," he started, his voice was deep and emphasizing his irritation. Rocco? Evelina remembered a skinny man begging for another life. She remembered a corpse turning into something she was. Undead. "Do not worry about him, though. His tongue had already been severed as the others thirsted for his blood. Now, he cannot blurt to anyone the progress you have made during your time here."
Oh.
"But if I may ask, what kind of progress is there?"
