Daechir opened his eyes and looked through the bars as he heard the tread of boots against the concrete. He had hoped somehow that it might be his daughter that would come to see him first but the steps were too heavy and the eyes that he eventually saw stepping out of the darkness to stop before the cell belonged to the imposing, yet gently spoken, male vampire that had come to his daughter's aid before.
He had heard his name spoken, Marcus, and knew his standing in Bitten and amongst the vampires and humans, further afield and the only people that seemed to bear him any ill will, were those that didn’t like the good he did since he had risen to become the master vampire of Bitten.
Those were the kind of people that feared what he could do directly if he found out about their actions and ind
