*Adriel's POV*
The moon hung high, casting a silver glow over the Fae Lord's castle. Its imposing silhouette against the night sky only fueled the fire burning within me. I approached the silent night, blending in with the shadows.
Charles and his men were attacking the guards at the front, while my men and I attacked from the back. It had to be done silently enough not to alarm Warrick.Even his name was a sting to my ears.
Timothy crouched behind me. "He is in the grand hall, sir."
"And the woman?"
"She has been captured, sir."
"Good." I nod, getting up to climb through the window of the tower. "Just marvelous."
A legion of vampire followers were already in; I was leading the decoy front. Warwick will be on his hands and knees any minute now. A sight I am dying to see.
