I could see him clearly at this distance. He was a middle-aged man with a thick mustache and cold fish eyes. Like the other witches, he was also dressed in a white robe but with a dark star denoting his rank etched on his shoulder.
“Do not fear the Vampire King,” Guy yelled, darting wild glances at the two dozen shifter corpses piled around Jason. “He’s nothing! He isn’t a tenth of what he used to be. Losing his Bride before he could forge the mating bond with her a century ago weakened him greatly. He’s already half-mad. You’re doing him a great service by putting him out of his misery.”
My heart pounded and blood rushed to my ears. What had the mage meant by that? What mating bond? But I couldn’t be that Bride. I looked only twenty-one. No way was I a century old.
But I had no time to
