"Do you really think sending him to Julius will change anything, Willie?" the Vampire King asked, voice heavy with sarcasm.
Willie smirked, lifting the corner of his mouth.
"Who knows? Maybe they'll end up as a pair of undead lovers."
The King's expression darkened. His gaze sharpened as he narrowed his eyes and flicked a finger.
Willie let out a sharp, mocking laugh.
"Calling your dogs won't make any difference, Your Majesty."
He couldn't help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. Turning the King's own sarcasm against him felt like a small victory.
Suddenly, a thunderous crash split the tension.
A group of vampires hurled themselves through the stained glass windows, shattering them into a thousand shards. The grand, high-ceilinged hall was instantly filled with chaos as they poured in—eyes wild, teeth bared.
At the same time, from the front entrance, a group of soldiers stormed in, weapons drawn. Leading them was Lawrence, followed closely by Russell and Abigail.
