Selis immediately knew what he was—a general. Possibly the general and one of Salister's generals. The one leading this vampire horde.
The one who had coordinated the last five waves of attacks like they were ballroom dances.
The reason why the third layer of the wall had fallen in record time.
The mastermind behind the capital's darkest week.
And Lucian?
Lucian didn't need introductions. He simply narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, sword humming with lethal promise.
He knew exactly who this enemy was.
"Count Varien," Lucian said, voice low, like thunder just before the downpour. "I should've known you were behind this circus."
The vampire smirked, fangs gleaming like polished daggers. "Lucian. Still wearing the same coat? Tsk. I was hoping fashion had evolved with your arrogance."
Selis, watching from behind the barricade, blinked. "Wait, they know each other?"
