Chapter 74: Bloodlust

[Charles's POV]

"Charles, what do I owe this acquaintance of your visit again?" Vein sat on the other end of the couch.

I was inside his Castle far too many times in the past few days for my liking.

"I'm here to return this to you." I raised my hand, and Mille poured the content of the Sack on Vein's feet. 

Dozens of vampire's heads scattered across the floor, but Vein remained unperturbed. He didn't even spare a glance at the severed heads. He was prompt on his chair with a hand on his cheek, legs crossing without a care.

Vein licked his lips. His childlike appearance matched his character. He was a young pureblood who was reckless and impudent. A combination that was both dangerous and annoying. 

He was confident because he was protected by the law, while we had to excuse him every time he did something because he was young.

Because of that, he had grown smug, thinking he could get away with anything.