Lestat, on the other hand, held a look of annoyance and disappointment. He'd thought Draven would die—he saw it coming. So why in the world was he still breathing and looking perfectly fine, as though he hadn't been stabbed and poisoned just the night before?
Ryan, who sat next to Lumian, nervously flickered his eyes, suddenly feeling himself unable to breathe properly. He tightened his anxious grip on his pants and swallowed hard.
Yes, their father had told him that Draven was stronger, but he never thought it was to that extent. Never did he think he would lose that awfully, regardless of having so much help and even Mr. Aldéric on his side.
Due to his pride, he was not going to utter to anyone the amount of fear he was feeling within him at that moment. He didn't want to be looked down upon, but at the same time, he knew that if Draven wanted to kill him at that moment, he could.
