Lucas
Vampires had a particularly keen taste for fresh blood, and nothing else. Anything stale, frozen, or otherwise could sicken them. Of course he was lying, and of course, everyone in the room was now in on it.
But of course, it wasn’t as if the Lord could admit to Kronos and the other high-class vampires that he had monetized plenty of coin from the illegal trade business, could he?
No one seemed to be interested in the matter, but his blatant lie has settled over the room like a dark crowd. Worried looks passed over the faces of the present vampires—not because they were scared for themselves or their crimes, or even because it was unsettling knowing that their leader was committing a crime or two of his own. But because if Lord Vincent was keeping a supply of slaves for his feed
