Syssoi opened his eyelids, anxious not to draw attention to himself. Despite his mind clouded by drugs and the injury, he knew his torturers were still there. He heard them talking. His vision took a few moments to stabilize, and when the room became clear, he saw the two men standing near his friend. He was seated cross-legged, swinging back and forth, his gaze fixed. Reddish drool flowed from his half-closed lips and his fingers moved constantly as if they were trying to grasp an object unfortunately out of reach. The vampire closed his eyes again, anger twisting his guts. What would he not give to be able to s*******r those two bastards! Yet he forced himself to calm down and concentrated on their words. His weakness didn’t help him, but he managed to grasp the most important thing: Kas
