Cain stood quietly beside Cornelia while the hall buzzed with rising excitement, yet inside his mind there was no joy, only a slow burning disdain that curled like smoke behind his calm red eyes.
Just vampire lineage?
His lips almost twitched.
Are you insulting me?
He watched the elders and nobles look at Cornelia as if she were some rare treasure born from their ancient blood, as if the improvement in her aura was simply the natural fruit of Moonshade heritage.
That's not just vampire lineage, he thought coldly. Cornelia has been nurtured by my Overgod presence through our blood pact. My blood circulates in her veins. My essence refines her from the inside. How dare they compare that to ordinary lineage evolution?
He almost laughed at the ignorance of it all.
These old fossils were cheering over a ripple when they had no idea an ocean stood beside them.
But of course, he said nothing.
He remained composed, tall and still, his expression unreadable.
