[Vladimir's POV]
Maeve said, "Okay, that is my cue to leave." Saying that, she turned into her cat form and within the blink of an eye disappeared from the room. Vladimir couldn't help but chuckle. She was never one to be involved in chaos.
Vladimir walked out of his chambers but didn't have to walk a lot as he watched his half-brother prowl towards him. This was the Lucian he had known, the one who was feral and like a vampire, a dhampir ― a hybrid that was born from a human woman and sired by his sire, or his father.
His glowing red eyes and the small fangs were out. He looked unhinged and not to mention, angry. The moment his eyes fell on Vladimir he was on him, throwing him across the wall with all his force. There was a loud thud, but that was it. Vladimir was a pureblood for no reason and centuries worth of experience.
