But before any intimacy could take place, Corven was suddenly plunged into darkness. The entire space around him warped, swallowed by shadows like a curtain falling mid-scene.
Just like the night before.
But this time, something was different.
Instead of an indistinct silhouette or a passive illusion—it was another vampire.
The second Corven inhaled, even slightly, his senses flared. One sniff of the stale air was all it took. The blood wasn't just undead—it was laced with intent. Aggression. It reeked of allegiance.
Leywin's goons.
The emotions tangled in the scent made it obvious—this wasn't a hallucination or ambient memory flux. This was real.
[Warning: Caught in Foreign Vampire's Realm]
[Neutralize?]
'Neutralize?'
Corven scoffed mentally.
'No thanks. This is a good chance to test my new abilities. I'd rather fight out here on flat terrain than wreck the bedroom again.'
Adjusting the cuffs of his sleeve like he had all the time in the world, Corven braced himself.
