Darryl drank his vodka and stared at the television. He's been staying in his mansion for a week now and has avoided the clan. After Keith ended everything, he went back as Keith wanted him to, and he was right. Both of them were different. The s*x was great, but they were natural enemies who couldn't stand each other's presence.
His phone suddenly rang. Darryl's forehead furrowed seeing the caller. It was Terrence - his friend. He put his glass down and answered.
"Yes, Ter? What do you want?" he asked.
"It's Vlad." Hearing who was speaking on the other line, Darryl immediately straightened his back. "Come to the clan. The Elders and I wanted to see you."
"Yes, Sire," Darryl replied, and the call ended. He heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. Vlad Blackwaters - the curre
