- Elara Voss:
The air was thick with the scent of blood and the fading echoes of battle. My breath came in sharp gasps, my body still trembling from the adrenaline crashing through me.
The clearing was littered with the remains of the vampires Ronan had killed, their bodies turned to nothing but scattered ash. But my attention wasn't on them.
It was on him.
Lucien Draven.
The son of the Vampire King.
I had known the name and had heard the rumors. A monster, they said. A killer. The rightful heir to the most powerful creature walking this earth. And now, after everything, after he had saved me, I was looking at him with my own eyes, and I didn't know what to think or do.
He stood in the middle of the carnage, silent, still, as if none of this affected him at all. His white hair caught the moonlight, his sharp features unreadable.
The red in his eyes had faded, replaced by a cold, icy blue that seemed almost… empty but human.
