Hadrian stared at the now crimson eyes of Edwin, so unlike his own and a clear indication of what he had done, and felt as if he was going to be sick.
Sire killers were not unheard of, but they were not welcomed by the vampire community as a whole.
Even though Paul had been a git and a half, Hadrian had never raised his hand against his sire. Nor against Fernand, despite knowing of his garden. In this way, a vampire coven was like a family.
You didn't go up against family.
"Who attacked you, Eddy?" Who did you attack? Hadrian truly wanted to ask. But he owed it to Edwin to give him some trust. A sliver of it, for the sake of their friendship.
"A certain Fernand Polites. He knew of you. I have a secret to share with you, Harry," Edwin looked torn at that. He took a step towards Hadrian, and the vampire took one towards him. That seemed to give him courage.
