Castor PoV
“What are you up to?”
I heard Alvise yelling at the curly blonde vampire, who was kneeling with both hands bound in chains. I had modified the chain with my poison to weaken its power. As a hereditary generation, we have a deadly poison for vampires.
It had been two hours since I had been in the damp and musty-smelling room, but the vampire in front of me had yet to open his mouth. I admit he is a tough vampire; my poison only paralyzed his two hands. Besides, he has twenty-four hours to enjoy the rest of his life. After that, he would shrink and then die.
My mind was briefly diverted to Godiva. I felt happiness even though I was fed up with this vampire. I could still calmly deal with the ignorant vampire who would not talk about Sanguine Shadows; it was because of Godiva.
