Cruxius walked perfectly in the middle—highly composed, slightly pale, but maintaining the exact same composed, arrogant presence. His steps were incredibly steady, his posture entirely unyielding, even as the two beautiful women flanked him exactly like stark contrasts to his calm composure.
Darithi clung desperately to his left arm, her eyes wide with terror, every single breath a totally silent scream. "Master, you absolutely need to sit down," she begged, practically half-dragging him toward the empty reception desk. "You have been viciously bitten by that monstrous woman—we have absolutely no idea what she did to you. It could easily be a deadly poison. A fatal neurotoxin. Something dark and arcane—"
"I'm fully aware," Cruxius murmured smoothly, glancing at her but absolutely not slowing his pace. Things had moved unexpectedly fast; he absolutely did not expect someone from the elusive royal vampire lineage to make a direct move against him so soon.
