UN NEFER
“You know no safety!” I hollered at one of my stupid sire’s sires. The empty wine glass I held, with some droplets of blood in it, was hurled directly in his face. The broken pieces cut Abrax’s forehead and cheeks. However, they were immediately healed.
My butler Geb’s sire closed his eyes. He lowered his head apologetically. “My deep apologies, Your Greatness. It won’t—”
I ground my teeth. My fangs protruded as I hissed at him, cutting his words. In a split second, I was right in front of him. None of them saw me when I got up from my throne and descended the five steps of the platform. Right down below it was where Abrax stood. I grabbed him by the collar of his immaculate three-piece grey suit.
“What? That it won’t happen again? How many times have you told me this? You can
