Bab 43: A Vampire's rule (part one)

"Brother," Soren says curtly, eyes shimmering a dangerous gold, verging on a fiery orange beneath a black wolf mask. The hairs on the back of my neck rise at the sheer authority of his words. Soren's voice is an icy cold.

"You always were a sly little weasel, and now you insist on dancing with a girl I so keenly remembering asking to be  my partner. Why don't you just scurry on back down into your little hole of sex and debauchery, or do I have to put you there myself?"

"I didn't do anything, if you were wondering, so no need for any neck snapping from you today," Azrael smiles, but his voice is flat, eyes completely lifeless. A look is shared between the two brothers as a signal passes undetected between them, rippling silently through the air- a death threat? A question? I glance quickly between them. Soren's eyebrows raise.