CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXIt was dawn and the vampire was feeling mightily satisfied. He had been supping on the Avadierish prince all night; the prince had been happy, if oblivious, to provide his meal.
The phoenix’s guards were all looking at him as if he were someone from another realm. Which, to them, he was. Mortals were only meals to him, and if the Lords of the Darkness took over the mortal realm, he would lose his favourite source of food. At least he and the other vampires rarely killed their prey—unless it was a special case, like the grand prince. Whereas the Lords of the Darkness wouldn’t kill the mortals, just monopolise them for all eternity, sucking on their souls.
Lothaire suppressed a shudder. He only wanted their lifeblood—the Lords of the Darkness didn’t particularly care who
