NARRATOR

Things were arranged in a pretty crazy, laid-back way; even so, with the samples he’d had, Dracomir felt confident.

He already felt victory in his hands… both “Victorias”: the battle and his sensual vampire.

Who would’ve thought that, in the end, he’d wind up dead inside because of that seductress who had him with his tongue hanging out and, speaking of death…

As they were heading out, with the sun just peeking over the horizon, the undead general appeared with his sorceress.

Dracomir greeted them briefly near the walls.

He had to organize his men, so he left them with Zarek, who was coming out through the castle gate.

The prince had sensed him from kilometers away.

As much as his face stayed as indifferent as always, in his head and his soul, he was on edge.

While he came down the broad steps at the fortress entrance, he saw him pass under the tall grates.

Rousse was holding the hand of a small woman wearing a bandage over her eyes.

His general’s serious gaze found him at on