His Royal Breeder
The red light in his eyes slowly faded back to periwinkle blue.
Then he turned to me, his face filled with worry.
"Lysandra," he breathed, reaching out for me. "Are you hurt?"
I looked at the wreckage of my kitchen, the blood on the floor, and the man who was apparently a thousand year king.
"I'm... I'm okay," I whispered, my voice trembling. "But Ezekiel... he said you were his ancestor and the first vampire Is it true?"
Ezekiel looked down at his bleeding hand and then back at me. "It is. I am the man they call the Father of vampires. And I’m afraid the war I tried to leave behind has finally found us."