His Royal Breeder
"She just collapsed. She says Ezekiel is dead."
Zayn’s grip on my shoulders tightened. He looked into my eyes, and for a moment, I saw a flash of something like pity. But it was quickly replaced by his usual hardness.
"He isn't dead, Ariana," Zayn said quietly.
I looked at him, hope flaring for a split second before his next words crushed me.
"But he is no longer the man you loved. Dracula has seen to that."
I grabbed the front of Zayn’s shirt, my knuckles white. "What do you mean? What did he do to him? I felt... I felt him killing people. I felt his family dying!"