Dallan had no plan to move until Agra did or said something.
So they stood facing each other, each one suppressing the desire to rush forward and wreak havoc.
At last, after it seemed Agra had had enough of the silence, the vampire king spoke up, "Where is my daughter? Where is my nephew?"
Even in the darkness, Dallan could see as far as the stretch of men behind Agra.
"It was nice of you to visit," Dallan said, keeping a straight face. "I sincerely hope your injuries are completely healed. My apologies for the last time."
"Give me my daughter and nephew."
Dallan understood that Agra was on the verge of losing it, and he wanted to test the vampire king's patience a bit. "What if I say no?"
"Dallan, I did not come here to drag words with you. Bring them out... or..."
"Or what, Agra?"
"Or you won't like the state of your pack." Agra narrowed his eyes to slits. Distaste was clearly written in the way his brows were knitted.
