Chapter 155

• Ian’s POV
• The heavy clouds hung low over the vampire realm, mirroring the mood of the day. The funeral was set to take place in the old cemetery, a secluded area deep within the heart of the realm, where the most notable vampires had been laid to rest for centuries. Today, we would bury Aldric.
• I stood in front of the mirror in our room, fastening the buttons on my shirt, my thoughts churning. Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on her lap, looking at me with that soft, familiar gaze. She knew I was troubled. Ever since Aldric’s body had been found, things had felt wrong. Like we were walking through a fog, unsure of where the next threat would come from.