Uncle Warren hadn't expected his story to be this riveting. Sure, Thorin was mildly intrigued by the mystery of who wiped an entire werewolf family off the map, but what really got his attention was the mention of the vampire emperor.
"Do you know him?" Uncle Warren asked, his voice laced with suspicion. Doubt began to creep into his mind.
What if his nephew had been working with the emperor to take down the Zachs? It wasn't the craziest theory—after all, the Zacharia had plenty of juicy gossip about Thorin's little vampire romance, how he'd smuggled his undead sweetheart and her brother into his sanctuary.
"Know him?" Thorin scoffed so hard he almost choked. "Oh sure, we grab coffee every Sunday and braid each other's hair."
He rolled his eyes. "Are you serious? That delicate little leech? It's an insult to even suggest I associate with him."
