"They still do," King Valentin said.
Florian raised an eyebrow. He couldn't understand. What was there to fear now that Asvaldur's threat had been wiped out?
"You." The king met his gaze, his voice steady. "They fear you."
Florian's jaw clenched. He hadn't expected that. No, actually, deep down, he had—he just hadn't wanted to admit it. Who was he fooling? He was the infamous Vampire Hunter, the killer of his own kind.
Why had he thought slaying another vampire in broad daylight would be any different? Just because he didn't drink their blood? That didn't change what he was—what he did.
He killed vampires. Just as Ol'gaz had always wanted.
Laughter erupted inside his head, the demon's voice thick with amusement. "I told you, didn't I? He wouldn't even bat an eye," Ol'gaz hissed. He didn't even hesitate. "In the end, you're just a vampire killer. Like me."
