THE STERLING SPARK: LEGACY OF THE BEAST
Victoria stood at the head of the table, her face twisted in a mask of pure hate.
"You should have died in the water," Victoria hissed. She held a small black remote in her hand. "One button, Alaric. One button and the Sterling patents are deleted forever. Your father's legacy will be nothing but dust."
"The patents don't matter, Victoria," Alaric said. He walked into the room, and the Elders shrank back in their chairs. The light from his skin was so bright it made the expensive lamps in the room look dim. "The power isn't in the papers. It’s in the blood. And the blood has been healed."