Chapter 28 Her Scent
- The night was still — unnaturally so.Even the wind dared not cross the Vampire King’s balcony as Lucian stood overlooking his empire.
- A glass of crimson rested in his hand, the wine within too thick, too alive to be mistaken for anything mortal. He brought it to his lips—and froze.
- The taste soured.The air burned.And his eyes — ancient, predatory, blood-bright — flickered toward the east.