Chapter 200 Hasmik

• “So… you are my foolish little brother’s crush.” A voice slid through the noise, coiling around me like smoke.
• The words slithered into my ear, cold enough to freeze my blood. I spun toward the sound, every muscle snapping taut.
• He stood there, a vampire. Not like the others who tore through the room with bloodlust in their eyes, no, he was composed. He stepped closer, and the low light carved sharp edges into his face. He was striking in a cruel, almost beautiful way, angular jaw, pale skin stretched tight over high cheekbones, eyes like pools of onyx reflecting nothing but malice. His hair was dark as oil, falling across his brow in disheveled waves, but his smile was the kind that stripped the warmth from the air around him.