D-D-Dass
Vicious In Love
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Vicious In Love |
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This is part of the introduction to the book
rologue:
The only son of Krait, third leader, sat before the Vampire Council,
staring, in a numbly calm state, at the leaders that stood, cloaked and
hardly visible from behind the portal that separated the fourth realm.
Only two of the five Ian had heard of were present: Nicholas,
blooded young of Aeluis, and Lucius, blooded son Caiside. The area
where his sire once sat was empty. The sight left him…numb. Later,
the reality would consume him, but for the time, he was floating in an
emotionless abyss. It was sick. It was freeing.
It was Ian’s first time standing beneath the males’ easy glowers. In
his young mind, he couldn’t recall a time where he was close enough
to be noticed, close enough to encounter the reactions the males
inflicted in all. Awe-worth they were, standing tall, proud, and
prevailing. All the things Ian was not.
“Stand all.” The voice was low, but just as forceful as it’d be from a
shout. All Vampires obeyed instantly, staring with the same cold,
empty eyes. Ian jerked to a stance seconds to late, light-headed as he
tried to breathe evenly, but it was hard, the mass of judgment was
contracting around his lungs.
The voice rang on. “On this day, we stand to decide the fate of our
lost. Krait Payne’s blooded young, Ian Derik Payne, third leader in
line.” Ian’s eyes, which had dropped to his wringing hands, rose to eye
the Council doubtfully.
Surely they were not actually considering him…? He was nobody,
being the spawn of a powered Blood Bonds meant nothing.
He meant naught a thing. And he never had.
Around him, transitioned classes of the ramai grunted their
disapproval, not that Ian actually heeded. Except he inwardly winced,
faced with the reality that he did care…Of course he cared if he
destroyed his father’s reputation. The only good of the male.
But that was Ian’s mindset. Ian’s demons. It was his bearings and
like his father had taught him to do, he straightened and met the
stares of the Council, but this time, blindly. Let them speak now.
To his astonishment, some looked away from his –what he hoped
to be cold –gaze, though other stared with earned arrogance. But this
time, he reminded himself, he was his father’s son, he didn’t have to
care about them.
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