Chapter 4

Shawn's sword stopped several inches from my face.

It wasn't because he pulled back. His sword couldn't go any further.

The Ancient Bloodline had formed a thin golden barrier over my skin. The tip of Shawn's sword scraped against it with a screeching sound, but didn't leave a single mark.

Shawn's arm was shaking, not from fear but because he was pushing with everything he had.

He was the Lord of the coven, a third-generation vampire. No one in Criviston could stand against him except the Grand Elder.

He could crush obsidian with his bare hands and slice through city…