DimitriI waited, watching Lukeman wrestle with whatever scraps of courage he had left. The chains groaned softly as he shifted, silver sizzling against his flesh, smoke rising in ghostly tendrils.Then it came—quiet, defeated.“Everywhere,” he rasped. “He has places everywhere.”His voice cracked like dry bone.“And no,” he added, “the humans aren’t willing. Most don’t even know what’s being done to them.”My jaw tightened.That was a violation of the sacred accords—the bloodbound laws that kept our kind from descending into chaos. We were forbidden to feed or turn without consent—unless the human’s lineage was under protection and offered by the family head. This wasn’t just betrayal. It was blasphemy.No wonder he’d feared Brian overhearing it.I stepped closer, eyes narrowing. “Why is he administering the venom?”Lukeman’s head dropped. He shook it slowly, a man already buried by guilt.“I don’t know,” he whispered. “But one thing I do know—Lady Martina knows he is alive. They hav
DimitriI studied Lukeman in silence.He was unraveling fast—sweat slicked his brow despite the cold, his breaths sharp and panicked. But panic wasn’t enough. I needed truth, not fear. And fear had a way of distorting everything.I stepped in closer, gaze cutting straight through him.“Vincent didn’t kill Brian just because he overheard a conversation about mass-producing Strigoi venom. That alone wouldn’t warrant a death that brutal. And if you’re about to say it was to protect his identity—don’t. Brian wouldn’t have recognized him. The Pierces joined the fold five centuries ago. Vincent’s name hasn’t touched a single lesson in generations.”I let the silence stretch, let the weight of what I was implying drop like a stone in water.“So tell me—what did Vincent think Brian heard? What was so dangerous, so damning, that it couldn’t be allowed to exist in the mind of a tribute rejecter?”Lukeman looked like he might lose control of his bowels then and there.Good. That meant the truth
DimitriLukeman tugged violently at the chains, the silver eating into his flesh, smoke rising in thin wisps from the contact. Panic clung to him like sweat, thick and suffocating. He was unraveling—exactly as he should. He had fought not out of defiance, but desperation. Now the fear poured out of him in waves. The weight of what he’d done, and what he knew, was pressing down fast.I could see it in his eyes.He wasn’t just afraid of dying.He was afraid of what came next. Nothingness.I folded my arms, letting the silence wrap tightly around us. The night air was cold, and in the east, a thin line of grey touched the horizon.“I’m listening,” I said, my voice calm, measured.He nodded quickly, throat bobbing. “The day Brian came to speak to me about canceling his covenant... he walked into a conversation he was never supposed to hear.”My brows drew together. “And who were you speaking to?”Lukeman’s eyes shot to mine. Whatever composure he had left vanished.“Please… Lord Dimitri…
DimitriThe first one lunged, fangs bared, claws slicing through the air like razors.I moved faster.Steel met sinew as I twisted mid-step and caught him by the throat. A snarl broke across his face, but it died in an instant. My fingers crushed his windpipe like brittle glass. I yanked hard, lifting his body overhead, and then…Crack.His spine snapped as I slammed him down the stairs, leaving a blood-slick trail across the stone. He didn’t get back up.The others didn’t hesitate.They surged from the shadows like feral things, eyes burning red, mouths foaming with bloodlust. Their pride blinded them. They thought sheer numbers could tip the scales.Fools.Lancly moved beside me, a blur of cold efficiency. He ducked a strike, pirouetted beneath a flying claw, and drove his fist through a Strigoi’s chest. His hand burst out the other side, gripping a still-beating heart. He dropped the corpse like garbage, unfazed.We didn’t just fight. We unleashed.Another charged, teeth gnashing,
Dimitri“So you’re telling me you had nothing to do with the Strigoi attack on Brian Pierce?” I asked, my voice low but cutting. “That you weren’t behind the slaughter that left him and the wolves guarding him torn to pieces?”Lukeman didn’t flinch. He shook his head, calm, too calm. He was expecting the question. That alone told me he was lying.“Don’t insult me, Lukeman.” I took a step closer, letting my presence press down on him like a stormcloud. “I didn’t claw my way to clan leadership by being blind or stupid. So drop the act. Speak, because this time, Balshov is watching.”That got him.His eyes widened, the mask cracking. If he didn’t fear me—and he should—he’d damn well fear Adrian. Everyone did. Only the suicidal thought they could survive Adrian’s attention.“This… this isn’t his business,” Lukeman stammered.I growled.The sound echoed off the stone walls like thunder.“You son of a bitch,” I spat, stepping in close. “You said nothing. You kept Brian’s request from us. An
DimitriThe moment I heard Arya was paying Martina a visit, unease twisted like a cold blade in my gut. I didn’t like it. Couldn’t stop it, either—but I sure as hell wouldn’t stay blind. Pride wouldn't let me. I’d already humbled myself once before the Balshovs. I wouldn't crawl back to Alexei like some desperate servant. Never again.So I did what I had to do. I sent Viktor.He’s loyal, and usually sharp—but when Arya finally left Martina’s, all he brought me was nothing. Useless.“They were just talking,” he said. “Like friends.”Friends?I nearly tore his throat out. Everyone with a drop of blood in their body knows Arya’s been flaunting herself like Adrian’s chosen. She doesn’t "visit" without motive, and I’d bet every last drop of my power that this had something to do with Natalie.That girl’s presence has stirred things I can’t quite see, but I feel it. Like the shift in wind before a storm.I told Viktor to keep watching. Quietly. I don’t want whispers, I want truth. If there’