Chapitre 426: The thread

The ornate iron gates of the Grand Manor creaked open, admitting the sleek black limousine that carried Duncan and his entourage. As the vehicle glided to a stop before the mansion's imposing facade, the moon was just beginning to lighten the dark sky. The vampires within stirred, their heightened senses alert to the darkness.

Duncan was the first to emerge, his movements fluid and purposeful. The events of the night had left him energized, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Elena followed, her face a careful mask of neutrality that belied the turmoil within. Damien exited next, his expression thoughtful as he mentally reviewed the night's proceedings. Tessa was the last to leave the vehicle, her body coiled with tension, ready for any threat.

As they entered the manor, the grand foyer echoed with their footsteps. Duncan paused, inhaling deeply. "I smell... anticipation," he mused, a small smile playing on his lips. "And fear. How delightful."