Several vampires scurried out of the path of the heavy wooden chair as it flew through the cold air to splinter on the floor. The room had grown chilly, and it was getting colder. No one dared to speak, not even to each other. Another object sailed across the room. The stone block arced through the air with blinding speed and crashed to the floor, catching the foot of one of the lesser vampires who huddled in one corner. Howls of pain and rage echoed off of the stone walls. With a flick and wave of his master’s hand, he was hauled off, kicking and shrieking, to the dungeons below. Within seconds, the main hall cleared.
Mordell sat down on his throne, brooding over the latest turn of events. Evan and Morgan had been caught by Loren, but they’d escaped. Mordell remembered all too well Evan’
