-, undeniably so, and that was clear to anyone with eyes. Cassius stood alone, facing three figures whose power was far beyond anything mortal or vampire. But it wasn't their strength that concerned him. He'd faced brute force before and left it in pieces.
No, what unsettled him was that putrid scent he could smell coming from them.
That sharp, filthy tang beneath their smile and blood. The unmistakable sting of human's blood who had been killed mercilessly. With his heightened senses, he could smell dozen of vials with that said potion clinging to them tucked away in sleeves, boots, the lining of their coats. The same kind of potion that had been injected into Arabella. And every inch of their bodies reeked of it.
They weren't here to fight him, they were prepared to use him as one of their controlled puppets and the best way for them to use him was by injecting their potion.
