The room was lit by torches mounted on the walls. James knew he could've gotten light bulbs and everything but how else was he to make the dungeon look like… a dungeon?
Besides, it would be too disrespectful to the… guest he had down here.
The feral vampire kept twisting his body in madness, trying to get out of his unbreakable restraints. He strained, his fangs bared and dripping spit to the floor.
James Harlow, dressed impeccably as always, stood just outside the reach of the mad vampire.
His hands were clasped behind his back as he observed the beast with the amusement of a man taking his kid to the zoo for the first time.
He kept holding back his urge to attack but as always he fought it down. He was an old hat at that. He was sure he'd be able to keep his cool even if he met two Princes of Daydream at the same time.
