Taking the Blood Moon's power had been Kaan's goal from the very start. Thessara had told him about it, and after learning more, one thing became crystal clear—such an extraordinary power obviously belonged in the hands of someone as deserving as, well, him.
But now, there was a new complication. The demon.
It sounded intriguing. Dangerous. Exciting, even. But at the end of the day, a demon was still just another creature with its own pesky free will. Could Kaan break it? Make it roll over and play dead on command? And, more importantly—what if it didn't? What if it turned on him and, oh no, killed him?
The thought made him laugh. Kill him? Truly? The idea was almost insulting.
Then again, calling Ol'gaz a mere demon would be selling him short. He was strong. Frighteningly so. But Kaan? Kaan was Kaan. He had power, centuries of training, an iron will, and the power of a living vampire flowing through his veins. And, not to forget, an unshakable belief in his own superiority.
