Lennox's POV
Lord Frederick?
What the hell was he doing here?
The last time I saw him was years ago, during Great-Grandmother Hailee's last birthday celebration. I still remember that night vividly. My brothers and I were young then, and she had introduced him to us with a proud smile.
"This is my friend, Lord Frederick," she had said warmly.
Even back then, I knew exactly what he was—a vampire. And from the moment I caught his scent, cold and metallic like winter blood, I didn't like him. There was something about the way he looked at people… calm, polite, but calculated. Like he was always two steps ahead, already deciding how you fit into his plans. And even though Great-Grandmother trusted him, I could never shake the feeling that there was more to him than he let on.