Vale's POV
My hands were shaking as we approached the old cathedral.
The ancient stone building looked like something from a horror movie, with broken windows and ivy crawling up its walls. But what made my skin crawl wasn't the creepy appearance—it was the complete silence.
No birds singing. No wind rustling through leaves. Even our footsteps seemed muffled, like the very air was holding its breath.
"I don't like this," Dante muttered, his silver eyes scanning the shadows.
"Neither do I," I whispered back. "But if Prince Adrian really knows about Vincent's Death King plan, I have to hear what he knows."
Luna walked beside us, her staff glowing with protective magic. "Remember, Vale, vampire princes are master manipulators. Don't trust everything he tells you."
"Then why are we here?" I asked.
"Because sometimes the enemy of your enemy is your friend," Luna replied grimly.
