Anton
This was how it should be, Anton thought as he watched Doren respond to the band: just the two of them feeling the music. The power that ebbed from the young man was thrilling. Anton longed to have it, felt the need for it much stronger than any s****l or primal urges he’d ever had. He looked at the audience surrounding them—laughing, joking, some even worshiping Doren from their perches—but none of them, not a goddamn single one of them, actually knew what they had there in the room with them. Only he did. And his heart thrilled with the power of his knowledge. Well, him and that crazy old woman, if he was being honest. She’d been useful so far. Her power was magnificent. And once you got past the fading body, the intensity of the youth she had once been was still there. s*x with h
