Frustration flared on Sigurd's face. Erik's grin widened in response.
The frustrated vampire's eyes swiveled across the field, trying to find any sign of either Liv or Astrid, but saw neither. He couldn't even feel the link to Liv's control sigil anymore.
"Wondering where they are?" Erik chuckled smugly as he continued to walk over to him. "There's no need for that. They're out of your reach, anyway."
"Listen, boy—" Sigurd began, eying Erik cautiously, but Erik interrupted. "I think everyone's done enough listening to you for a while," he scoffed, before suddenly appearing in front of Sigurd with a hand around the vampire's throat.
Wounded and mentally exhausted as he was, Sigurd had no way to resist Erik's physical force. He gurgled, his face showing panic and useless anger.
