Eyes narrowed, fangs peeking through lips, the vampires locked gazes with one another, silently acknowledging the enticing scent that hung in the air. The ambiance of celebration became tinged with a primal undercurrent, as the allure of fresh blood stirred their ancient instincts.
"Who would— " Before the King could finish his words, the voice resonated inside the hall.
"Isn't it a little too presumptuous for the humans, a sorcerer nonetheless to walk inside the Kingdom of Vampires after sending a trope of assassins to kill their Prince?" Maximilian's voice cut through the tension.
