My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
He walked right up to the holographic projection of the Arctic fortress, his sheer size and lethal presence dwarfing the vampire lord beside him.
"How much time do we have?" Killian demanded, his voice dropping into a register that made the glass screens vibrate.
"The Convergence is reaching its peak alignment in exactly forty-eight hours," Valerius replied, pulling up a countdown clock on the main display. "When the moon eclipses the sun over the Arctic Circle, the barrier between dimensions will be paper-thin. That is when they will strike."
Forty-eight hours. Two days to cross the globe, breach an impenetrable fortress of ice and steel, and slaughter an army of zealots before a cosmic god