Where's he?

“Atlas!” Delaney stated while keeping a wary eye on him. She finally understood why there weren't any rogues in the hallway at that point. He must have anticipated their arrival!

His blood-red fangs, which signify that he recently fed, were displayed as he smirked. His grey hair appeared to have gotten longer, but otherwise, he was pretty much the same as before. Despite having lived for more than a thousand years, he appeared to be in his late fifties. "Ahh, I see you've met your aunt," he said as his red eyes landed on her before flitting to Emaline. "And here I thought you were defending your people at your phony hideout. Who would have imagined you would have given a young lad command of a war? Let me guess, he's your son?”

Delaney's heart trembled. That is her weak spot and he knows it. She also understands that he's trying to frighten her into acting rashly, so she took a long breath while trying to calm herself down. 'Ivan will be fine. He is fine. I trust him —’

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