Thirty-nine days later.

Amaal came to see his son in the dark cold dungeon.

Damian was still very much alive; he glared at his dad, hissing, and baring his fangs.

“You’re still very much aware of your surroundings,” Amaal smiled, standing outside the cold metal cage. “That’s the benefit we have as vampires, especially as pureblood vampires. We can go without food or even blood for much longer times.

“One of the women you brought here, Rebecca, also didn’t eat anything ever since she was locked