The vampire in front of him let out a humorless laugh. "You must be insane to think that I will leave her, Lord Lazarus," he said through his yellow teeth. "She has a huge bounty of her head and—" he looked at her with a sickening smile. "Her blood is special. It's not like that of mortals."
Cold wind gushed around them and snow started falling in soft flurries. "T-too cold," she murmured as she tried to crawl to him but was pulled back by her hair.
"Your men are dead," Lazarus snarled. "Leave her and I will give you a better death. Harm her and I will make your death as painful as it gets for a vampire. I will personally dig your grave in the blood forest!"
But as he said it, four shifters came to stand by her side. One of them put a sword on her throat and it made him stop cold.
His muscles tensed. Everyone was keen on taking her away from him.
