Victor Hale was the visitor.
He stood in the lavish living room of Morgana's penthouse, his posture stiff and formal. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression carefully neutral with how cool his eyes were.
But there was tension in his shoulders and wariness in his eyes.
Despite the fact that everything about the living room screamed wealth and power, the air around it was unsettling to Victor.
It felt heavy and oppressive. As if the very walls knew what kind of creature lived here.
Morgana Dubois was no ordinary creature- she was an ancient, feared vampire that had lived for over five centuries but had managed to keep herself hidden.
She was only found where and when she wanted to be found. If not, she was as invincible as the thin air.
Victor knew what Morgana was. He knew what she was capable of and he knew better than to show anything less than absolute respect.
