Dacatt pushed past the doors, stepping outside into the scorching heat, and staggered toward the side of the building. He crouched down, his back against the wall, and clutched his chest as his entire body shook. His hands were trembling violently as he stared down at them, his mind reeling.
"What the fuck was that…?"
He had never felt anything like this before. He had been in life-or-death situations and had never once panicked. But all it took was one voice. Just hearing Enzo speak had sent ice flooding through his veins. It had made his body lock up like he was prey caught in a predator's gaze.
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Vincent flew through the hallway of Damien's castle in his bat form, his small, dark wings slicing through the air as he moved with urgency.
Reaching the large door of Damien's office, he transformed back into his vampire form, landing on his knees before quickly pushing himself up.
