Zeph's POV
Blood so much blood. Everywhere I looked it was either bodies or blood. I thrashed and killed whatever came into my periphery, the blade of my sword had turned sanguine as droplets of blood dripped from its edge.
I had just killed a vampire and straightening up I searched for my next target when my eyes fell on Arlo. Standing alone on the vast grounds that surrounded the castle of Queen Vilarja, he was clad in thin clothing. The weather was extreme and yet it didn't seem to affect him as he watched me with dead eyes.
No doubt he was in a trance state. I carefully approached him and told him we were there to rescue him and others, but my words seemed to be falling on dead ears. Meliana was focused on controlling the creatures of the dark and other vampires, so I guessed she had either forgotten him or left him in a vegetative state.
