Approaching the daïs, Tate scanned over the new faces of pteropus, Queen Ravana’s sons, positioned on different steps of the staircase, towering well over the height of their mother, clad in dark leather and equally crowned with silver bands. Long black hair framed three sets of dark eyes that also followed him with stark caution, perhaps curiosity, before giving equal attention to others in his group.
Their worry was warranted, as well as his own. Although Elder Raith was seemingly an ally with this Queen of bat-demons, only the vampire would hold any sort of loyalty with her. Tate and everyone else were mere strangers who had battled and killed a healthy amount of their people just an hour ago.
So, Tate didn’t flinch at the stern faces and steely eyes of the pteropus princes; he was su
