The moment Cain caught Violet's fading scent—tainted with fear, with something wrong—his restraint shattered.
His vision tunneled. His muscles coiled like over-tightened steel cables. The six vampire lords before him blurred into insignificance. There was only one thought, one driving need:
Find her.
Dravile barely had time to sneer before Cain moved.
One second, the vampire lord was standing, arrogance dripping from his smirk. The next, Cain's claws ripped through his chest, shredding flesh and muscle like wet parchment. Blood sprayed in a wide arc, painting the broken stone beneath them.
Dravile gasped, his crimson eyes widening in shock as he staggered back. "You—!"
Cain didn't let him speak. He slammed his fist into Dravile's ribs, feeling bones crack under the force. The vampire lord hurtled backward, crashing through the mansion's outer wall in an explosion of shattered stone. Dust billowed around his crumpled form, his chest a mangled ruin.
