Chapter 7

The one who'd brewed the elixirs for his sacrificial pool.

Maureen turned to face me, smiling. "Ms. Moren. What a pleasure."

I tightened my grip on the silver blade. "Where's Moren?"

Maureen raised a hand.

Two low-rank vampires shoved Moren forward.

He was bound, blood at the corner of his mouth, but alive.

The knot in my chest loosened a fraction.

Moren saw me and shook his head frantically. "Vera, run."

Maureen chuckled. "How touching."

"Where's Lucien?" I asked.

Maureen replied, "His Highness was too badly injured to come himself."

I scoffed. "So he sent you to die in his…