NARRATOR

"There was a war in this fortress, and a lot of bodies were buried… we’ve got plenty of material."

"But still, you can’t do it alone. You’ll have to tell the Lord..."

"No!" Meridiana suddenly interrupted. "You can’t tell the Lord anything, he won’t believe you!"

"Why not? I’m his mate. Even though he’s grateful to those elders, Dracomir listens to me, he might..."

"You can’t," Meridiana reached for her anxiously.

"I don’t know why, but I saw it in that girl’s memories… if you speak to the Lord against that family, he won’t believe you… he… there’s something… I don’t know..."

Victoria fell silent, her chest tight.

Of course she believed Meridiana. She had felt it herself.

She understood Dracomir’s gratefulness, but a man as sharp as he was… it was like he was blind when it came to those people.

Celia slaughtered her maids left and right, and he brushed it off as childish antics.

Dracomir wasn’t like that. He was just, even with his grudge against vampires.

But with that man an