Gideon got to his feet and walked to the doors leading to the arena. He was still pissed off that someone else had managed to torture the incubus. He had wanted to be the one. Oh well, it was time for him to focus now anyway. He glanced at the vampire that was pacing back and forth. “Don’t be so nervous, this will be over fast.”
Ollie paused and gave him a long look. “Don’t be so sure. It’s not like you’re Adon or anything.”
Gideon grinned his fang flashing. “It’s not like you’re Ivon either, little bat. Why would you even want to piss me off?”
“I could ask the same thing.” Ollie echoed. “I thought you wanted the vamps to help?”
Gideon chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you got me there.” He c****d his head. “So how are we going to do this then? You throwing the match for me?”
“Why would I do
