Lord Lysander Moroi POV
“You are such a disappointment!” the words are hissed out through clenched teeth from the depths of my unholy soul.
Draven, my worthless Dhampir, is hanging in silver cuffs before me, not making a single sound, as I drag the tip of a hawthorn wooden stake across his scared bare chest. The sizzle of his skin is the only thing that is quelling my simmering rage.
How dare Draven allow his first and only mission to be comprised. Not only was it comprised, but it was comprised by those pathetic damn werewolves, the very creatures that I hate with every dark thought within me. And to have the werewolves be working together with the Magicals, that is something I never thought that I would see. For both species to be aware of some of our plans, I can never allow o
