“Ynah, no!”
Christel’s voice echoed and made Valian stilled. His eyes gazed at the woman who jumped from the top floor of their mansion and ran with savage speed towards his brother who was now lying on the ground, breathing heavily after feeling the sting of being fed on.
Valian threw away the vampire who attacked him before he got up on his feet. His and the enemies’ blood stained his white shirt, creating a gory masterpiece that matched his dangerous façade and chiseled frame. His eyes never left Christel, even when she jumped unto her old friend and furiously wrestled with her while growling in anger.
“It’s working.” Valian whispered to Yvann using his mind while he was looking at Christel’s eyes. Its shade, it was slowly turning into a mixture of gold and scarlet like Yvann’s. Mill
