Caius POV He arrived in the cool of morning, alone. Leaving his horde alone, he went the last of the way on foot, choosing the goat tracks first, then passing through avenues of apricot and almond, and the dappled shade of olive trees.Shortly after, the tracks ascended, and he began to climb a low limestone hill, the first of the rises that led him up, and up further to the white cliffs, and the fortress.The fortress; the place where massacres happen without any question, built into high mountain cliffs that crumbled and broke off into the sea. The familiarity was so strong it was almost dizzying.On the horizon, the sea was a clear blue, only a few shades darker than the strident shade of the sky. He expected to be challenged at the outer gates by guards warned and wary, on the lookout for him. But perhaps they were on the lookout for Caius, the arrogant Vampire at the head of his army, not a single man in an old worn cloak, a hood that came down over his face, and sleeves to h
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