It was late when Alexander returned to his palace in Mystic. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his firearm. After returning the horse to the stables, he entered the palace.
He didn't expect what he was greeted with.
Lazarus' eyes widened, and he turned his head to look away from the duke. "Corina was kidnapped..." he muttered.
Alexander walked up to the blonde prince and placed his hands firmly on the man's shoulders. "What did you just say?"
"Corina was kidnapped while you were gone."
Alexander's eyes immediately began to deepen. He moved one hand, withdrew his fangs, and bit his hand between the thumb and forefinger. It hurt, but it was the sensation he needed to prevent the wicked blood from taking over his body.
Lazarus shifted his eyes to watch the duke. "What the hell?" He gasped when he saw the long fangs. "What are those? And why are you biting yourself?!"
