The great hall of the Vampire Court was tense. The announcement of the upcoming Tournament of Blood and Fang had stirred the whole realm.
Aamir leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing as if sizing up invisible prey.
"Well… these dogs are getting out of hand. I think it's time I put a collar on their necks."
Zalmic chuckled, the low rumble echoing off the marble walls. "Oh, I'm sure you will."
"The tournament starts the day after tomorrow," Aamir continued, rising from his seat. "I want to warm up a bit. Don't worry—I'll be back before it begins."
Before anyone could react, he crouched slightly—then vanished in a blur.
WHOOSH!
Clicy blinked twice. "What… the hell?" she muttered.
The other vampire lords exchanged stunned glances.
Zalmic allowed himself a faint smile. "He never fails to amaze us."
