~Tristan's POV~
Tristan kept his eyes on the skin that was being touched by another man. A human, someone who could twist the neck off within seconds and dispose of the body too.
He wondered what kind of soldier this was. The soldier who was holding his beloved, was quite slow and processing what happened in front of him. But when it finally turned on him, about who was standing in front of him, his expressions, again, were quite slow.
But they changed and Tristan enjoyed every second of it it.
The surprise, the confusion, the recognition, and then followed by the beautiful scent and feeling of fear.
There was a scar that ran across the cheek of the soldier. The way he recognised him, and the people standing behind him, Tristan knew that he had seen first-hand and experienced what a vampire could do. He was only lucky enough to leave the battlefield alive with a wound on his face.
This time, he would not be so lucky.
No one would be.
