The pupils were vertical, razor-thin slits that glowed with a sickly, luminescent, toxic green light, the same color as the magical fire that had consumed the circus tent.
Seraphina's mind connected the dots with the terrifying speed of a supercomputer.
The pale skin.
The aristocratic, predatory grace, and those inhuman, slit-pupil eyes.
He was exactly like the elegant man in the plum velvet coat from the night market in Oakhaven. The monster had assassinated the prisoner by looking at him. The creature Kaelus had claimed was an ancient, extinct anomaly.
'They are the same species,' Seraphina realized, her heart hammering a frantic, terrifying rhythm against her ribs. 'Archdemons. Vampires. Whatever they are... they are a race that shouldn't be taken lightly. The monster we encountered in Oakhaven was just one of them. This Trickster is another.'
