"I don't know what you are talking about." Vlad leaned back in his seat and his brow creased in displeasure.
"I see..." Adrik pressed his two hands together at his lips and narrowed his eyes at Vlad. "If this is about the crystal eyes, your descendants will go extinct, and trust me, they will. This is a warning." He grinned and stared at him with threatening eyes.
Vlad's face darkened, and his pitch-black eyes turned a shade of red. He shut his eyes and took a long, deep breath, then opened them, and a smile that didn't reach his eyes emerged on his lips. "I do want my heritage back, but burning down your company is quite an act of childishness for the kind of person I am, and I believe you should know that, considering how you have known me for hundreds of years."
He smiled at Adrik, and his eyes narrowed viciously. "I will get my heritage back, but in a different way." A low breath escaped his nose and he sipped from his glass of red wine.
