“I’d gladly watch the traitor die,” Marc said without any hint of emotion.
Clearly, the boy was not pleased by his response. While Marc stared off into the distance, this spoiled child turned beat red. Elder vampires did not often lose control to the point of activating their long dormant metabolic functions.
Before the bulging vein in the boy’s forehead burst, a woman ventured into the fray. Marc had not noticed her before, because she wished to remain hidden from his gaze.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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