Dorian Black was fighting the raiders, but he was already defeated. A vampire caught him by the back and made him kneel, "stop moving if you want your little tasty son to live longer!"
Dorian screamed, steam was clouding out of his mouth, what did he say? Lucas, his son! How did he know him?
"Come here, take them all to the prisons, the master will decide what to do with them!"
The vampire shouted to some men and they obeyed. Dorian was burning in distress inwardly, from one side was his son, then his wife and now the borders that the imps couldn't take were in the hands of raiders.
"Who do you work with?"
The man who was forcing him to walk chuckled, "Bolingtone is in a personal affair."
He snapped but what he indicated was sufficient for Dorian to grasp what he exactly meant. Livia Bolingtone was behind this, she had many allies to have the throne and all of them were rich and powerful.
