Everyone came to attention. Jett pulled his arm from behind my shoulders and became rigid with attention as his father entered the small room. The chill on my arms and spine didn"t depart quickly enough to suit me. When Drakulya had struggled to be prince (three separate times) while a human in Transylvania back on Earth, he was an absolute tyrant ruler with sociopath overtones to the extreme. Not much had changed since, except that he was now a vampire and king of a very large area.
His dark, large Byzantine eyes zeroed in on me. I recalled during our very first meeting that his mind had whisked through my mind. I had been scared shitless then. Right now, wasn"t much different; my saliva had all but dried up in my mouth. He still scared the crap out of me.
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