Kapitel 94: The Prince of Vampires

"Hey..." the woman's voice, laced with a hint of amusement, cut through the tension. "Let me hold my son. Give me control. Just for a while."

Verona bristled, her regal bearing momentarily cracking. "It's MY son," she spat, her voice laced with possessiveness. "And I'm not giving you control. Not again."

The woman chuckled, a sound like wind chimes in a blizzard. "Again huh...That's why you went to sleep that day, didn't you. You " Her words hung heavy in the air, an accusation wrapped in a knowing smile.

Verona's face contorted in anger. "Stop right there," she hissed, her voice dangerously low.

"Sigh..." the woman sighed, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of those gathered. "You are a coward," she said, her voice devoid of malice but dripping with calm absoluteness. "But I don't care about that. Let me hold my son and give me control, sis. You owe me."

Verona's nostrils flared. "Owe you?" she asked, her voice threatening.