The bastard was paler than he recalled, his face thinner, and his eyes an even deeper red. But there was no mistaking the cruel features and whiff of madness that clung to him.
“Asshole,” he hissed.
“Ah, Stefan, the alpha king,” the man sneered, his English accent as pronounced as it had been centuries ago. The man had always been too arrogant to try to blend in with the crowd. Which explained the long black cloak he had wrapped around his slender body. Or maybe his taste in fashion was just that revolting. “You cannot know how long I have waited for this moment.”
“I presume you’ve been waiting since I kicked your ass, tossed you in a fire, and spread your ashes on a dung heap,” Stefan sneered.
The crimson eyes flashed, the chill spreading to bite into Stefan’s skin. f**k. What had the
