Seated in a high-back chair, in front of the fire. Giselle noticed Christopher looked as if he was reminiscing about something from his past.
"It's been a while since I craved such a thing as killing someone. I look forward to watching Magnus Gillian crawl in the mud and blood, begging for his life at my feet. He is a lecherous sinner, and I have no problems taking his soul for you to deliver to hell, Azrael, my brother." A wicked smirk graced The Lord's lips, and his blazing eyes met Lord Alexsander's, making Kane shiver.
Rose tried to move and cried out, "It hurts so bad! Please make it stop!" Her tiny body seized in Christopher's arms, and then she curled up in a ball. The trembling from her fever had yet to cease.
The Lord lost all reasoning for a moment at her outburst. It made his heart clench in anguish to see her in pain.
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