Cain's gaze flickered between Vazer and Violet, his expression unreadable, a mask of cold calculation.
The air between them felt suffocating, thick with the promise of violence.
The guards flanking them stood rigid, fingers twitching over their weapons, awaiting the moment when diplomacy failed, and bloodshed followed.
Vazer's grip on Violet tightened as he spoke.
"Javi killed my family and took my sister. I want her back," he stated, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade.
"From Javi: You bring her to me, and I'll hand Violet over. You don't have to kill him, but I don't how else you'll get her!" Vazer continued to speak but Vazer had just mentioned what he wanted when Violet finally saw the need to speak.
The fear of Cain having to fight a Vampire Lord and rescue someone for her to be free was acary and something she didn't want to happen.
