Narrator

When his father-in-law told him to come outside, Dracomir followed, thinking they were going to fight or something like that.

Victoria had taken her mother to rest in one of the main rooms.

So here he was, standing on the ramparts, looking out at the wide valley and the forest beyond that marked the edge of their lands.

What were they waiting for?

"Why are there still protections against vampires if the witches died?"

Zarek suddenly asked him about the barrier he’d crossed when he arrived and caught them by surprise…

Better not to remember it. If he could wash his eyes with acid, he would’ve done it already.

"Meridiana activated the old runes her clan left here in the fortress; she’s not as powerful as before, and they didn’t affect the vampires inside," Dracomir answered, looking toward the forest.

"But they do warn us, at least when a vampire tries to access the fortress… although I see it didn’t help much," he grimaced.

It hadn’t been very pleasant for his father-in-law to