“You’re one to talk,” a deep voice rumbles from within the dark room, “We’ve heard of how you shift, little angel. And how you sleep... with the dogs.”
It takes all of my willpower not to launch myself into the room and tear his head off right then and there, but Marcus places a steady hand on my shoulder.
“Do you really want to risk fighting us both?” Marcus calls out.
“Who are you?” The Vampire asks, slowly stepping toward us while being careful to stay hidden by the shadows.
“Marcus Von Avor,” he answers.
A loud cackle echoes through the ice cold air. “I heard you went mad decades ago!” Laughs the Vampire, “You’re as worthless as the dog-lover.”
Marcus’ eyes darken in a way I’ve never seen before, like storm clouds before the thunder begins to roll. “Say that to my face,” he grow
