The knock echoed through the quiet courtyard, sharper than the earlier one. It was not the gentle, respectful knock of the maids but a confident, almost mocking rhythm. Damien's brow furrowed as he exchanged a glance with the maids, who looked visibly uneasy. The auburn-haired maid gave him a cautious nod, silently signaling her uncertainty.
"Shall I answer it?" The auburn-haired maid asked a little nervous.
Before Damien could respond, the door creaked open, and five figures strode in. They were all young vampires, their pale skin clear in the dim light, their eyes glittering with predatory amusement.
They wore dark and finely tailored clothes, which bore the insignias of various noble houses. Though they appeared young, there was something ancient and dangerous about the way they carried themselves—like a pack of wolves stepping into foreign territory.
