Damien
Of all the people Damien had expected visiting him in his cell, the king of all vampires was never going to be one of his guesses. But here he was, Roan Alexander, in the flesh, or whatever was left of it, standing in the doorframe, eying him up and down like a hawk, assessing its prey before finding the best angle to attack. Those dark, dead eyes of his flashed dangerously in the semi-darkness that he ruled over so well.
Then again, Damien was a king slayer, it was only normal a king to be visiting him. To spit on him and make him remember his place.
They stared at each other for the longest time. Black eyes against silver. Life against death. And as he let himself fall into this dark dangerous stare, Damien’s heart suddenly started racing, pure fear running in his veins as imag
