Metal screamed against stone as darkness parted. A silhouette stepped forward, fangs glinting faintly.
“Well,” a familiar female voice drawled, “this is already a terrible night.”
“You’re here,” Raphael said dryly and wet his lips. “You look undead as ever.”
She rolled her eyes and wiped the blood stain on her lips, “What are you doing here , Ralphie? Not a good time”
“I’m here to meet your maker, Sasha”
“He is busy. You should go”
She stepped into the light. Looking pale, black-haired, eyes glowing faintly crimson. Riana’s good friend. Vampire. Professional nuisance.
“You shouldn’t have come,” Sasha said. “The king is… occupied.”
Raphael glanced past her at the chaos inside. He saw a glimpse of dancing vampires, shattered glasses, someone being carried upside dow
