“I didn’t believe the sorcerer when he said you were still alive,” Basil tilted his head. The vampire had lived for centuries, and only managed to look a mere forty years old—if that. He had a long, narrow porcelain face, with a narrow nose to match. His shiny black locks ran in curls to his shoulders, a stark contrast to his ice blue eyes. Max focused on those lips…their bright cherry red color, stained with the marks of his victims—Max being one of them.
He walked like a ballet performer, pointing his toes gracefully in front of his heels as he slowly made his way toward Max. “I truly did not believe you would survive the change after all that we put you through.” He tsked, bringing his thumb and forefinger up to hold his chin. “You are much stronger than I gave you credit for, Max.
