"Your highness, the men have returned. They confirmed that the girl is neither in Havilla nor Creola." Fred reported warily as he could sense that the prince was not in a good mood.
Axel's back and head were leaning lazily against the headboard of his enormous bed. His eyes were closed and his left foot was placed firmly on the bed so that his knee was bent at an angle that allowed his left hand to rest comfortably on it.
His right foot, however, was placed on the ground, while his right hand juggled two bright red fireballs. As one of Axel's loyal men, he knew that the prince was no ordinary vampire. And the same goes for Asher – his personal bodyguard.
This was the first time he was witnessing Axel handling fire and even playing with it like it was something cold, not a blazing hot flame. But apart from the fire, he could sense a deadly aura coming from the prince. One that told him that Axel was in the mood to spill blood.
