Chase POV
"Call Damon to stay with the kid," I told the guard as I strode toward the grand hall. My mind was already storming, torn between anger and disbelief. The arrival of Alexander Black, Leila's supposed father, was another piece in this cruel puzzle that I hadn't been prepared for.
As I entered the hall, I saw him immediately. He stood tall, his regal demeanor fitting of someone from the old vampire royal lineage. His features struck me like a blow—sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes, and an unmistakable resemblance to Leila. Seeing him was like seeing a male version of her, and for a fleeting moment, my chest tightened painfully.
He turned as I approached, offering a respectful bow. "Your Highness," he began, his voice smooth and practiced. "My condolences for your father's death. He was a great friend. I had hoped to see him once more, but it seems I arrived too late."
