Fifty-seven

Ravenna

I stood there, stunned and unable to let out a breath.

Out of all the possibilities out there, I never thought for once that the vampires would be the ones who stole Karazcht.

Personally, I’ve never met a vampire, but with all their history and ways, I regard them as one of the most ruthless and bloodthirsty species ever to exist. Them having Karazcht in their grasp was really a nightmare I wasn't sure how to wake up from.

They promised not to wage a war, how are we supposed to trust them? Their reputation was really filthy and cruel, how were we supposed to know if they'd keep their word?

Also, marrying Nevan off to the vampires? Out of the question.

Nevan had grown to be someone I regarded as my sister.

I would never let a bunch of egotistical maniacs get her in any way.

Still, the matter on hand was Karazcht.

We had to find a way to get it, or history would repeat itself again.

This time, I wasn't so confident in our victory. My necklace suddenly felt heavy on my ches