“Talk to me, Darius.” Rhol had put Darius on speaker on and in the room he had Leon, Stefan, Dante, Seygon and Zafrina. The two Nosferatu were as good as his commanders so he didn't want to hide anything. They had helped him more than he could ever imagine and there were times when he wanted them to go out there and live their lives but he knew better. They were stronger together because each one had a unique ability that complimented the others'.
“Half of my men are dead, my king.” Darius' voice droned in. “This is not about the f*****g Sheina Inaroam! We have landed ourselves in the hornet's nest and we can't get out.”
Rhol's blood turned cold in his veins as he looked at the grim faces of the warriors in front of him. “What are you talking about? How are you getting through if you are
