ZEKE's POV
"You think you can kill me?" Liam growled, blood dripping from his lips—Vaelith's blood. A sinister smirk crept onto his face as his wild eyes scanned the courtroom.
"You'll never take me down—not in this world, not in this realm, and definitely not in this lifetime," he spat, his voice booming with an unnatural force. "You all brought this on yourselves. And now you think you can just escape it? Just like that?" He shook his head slowly, venom in his voice. "Never, fellas. I'm the pandemic you never saw coming—and I'll make sure you all understand what that really means."
His grip on Vaelith remained firm. The once-proud man squirmed like a worm, clawing at Liam's arms, trying to free himself, but it was useless. Liam's strength was terrifying, almost inhuman. With ruthless calm, Liam lowered his head and sank his fangs into Vaelith's neck once again, drawing blood like a predator feeding on prey. When he had his fill, he shoved him aside like trash.
