Valentine took a deep breath.
"If you both want to keep your lives, you better run," his tone was cold as he said. This was in a way that Olive had never heard him speak before.
Lucien was the first to take a step back. "Olive, we need to call Don." She believed Draven was the only one who could possibly match this vampire in combat. Probably, as she was not even entirely sure if Draven would even be able to take him on.
Valentine exhaled softly, and with his hands shoved into the pocket of his pants, he proceeded to leave the mansion.
"Where do you think you are going?" The hoarse voice of the vampire sounded, causing Valentine to come to a stop.
Valentine glanced over at him.
"Home," he responded.
The vampire finally averted his gaze from the broken vase and glimpsed him.
