“And Malik”—the voice hardened by a degree, enough for the vampire to stop breathing, though technically he did not need to—“I need to find her. This is not a whim. Not curiosity. It is a necessity. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Your Majesty.”
“The demons must be ready to serve me when the new portal opens. Not wander wolf territory killing fishermen. To serve me. Is that clear?”
“Crystal clear, Your Majesty.”
“Now get out. Before I change my mind and make you cat food.”
Malik and Orlo rose without daring to turn their backs on the throne. They retreated toward the door with heads bowed like beaten dogs. The massive oak doors opened with a groan and slammed shut behind them, the echo rolling through the castle.
The corridor was dark and freezing. Malik walked in silence until th
