Chapter 7: Recoveries and EstrangementsArchangelo stood in a lavish bedroom, the walls decorated with ostentatious gold and black wallpaper. He was n***d, gazing at his reflection in a cheval mirror. I wanted to look away but was powerless to do so, staring in revulsion at his nudity. The orb I'd fired at him had failed. His body was complete and normal, the only sign of injury the deep purple bruising around his groin and hips.
I heard a discreet knock and Archangelo turn towards the door, standing arrogantly n***d as two Drâghici guards stepped into the room. Each vampire had a firm grip on the arms of the women they dragged behind them, four in total. The women were wide eyed and clearly terrified when they spied Archangelo. As one, they screamed and panicked, trying to wrestle away fr
