Meanwhile, Vladimir strode into one of the Manor's quieter rooms, shutting the door behind him with a cold click. His steps were steady, but beneath the surface, he was burning with fury.
Hazel's words still echoed in his mind.
If it had been anyone else speaking to him like that—any servant, any council member, any vampire, he would've silenced them without a word.
But Hazel wasn't just anyone.
And that was what irritated him the most.
Evelina who had been seated at the edge of the bed reading, instantly rose the moment he entered.
"You're angry..." she murmured, walking toward him with practiced gentleness. "Is there a problem?"
His gaze softened just barely at the sight of her—one of the only people he allowed near him, before he shifted away toward the mirror.
