He had lost his mother, his beloved, and everything that once belonged to him. Knocked down, he struggled to rise again, having long since mastered patience and caution.
Liza had been by his side for so many years, yet he had endured it all. With his insight, had he already discovered that the elder Henri, whom he called a good friend, was actually Heather's paramour?
Under such overt and covert suppression, he had fought to claim half of the vampire clan, suppressing his helplessness and pain to strike back fiercely... I don't know how he endured it all, centuries of desolation, centuries of relentless struggle. As his girlfriend, not only did I fail to understand him, but I also quarreled and turned against him in the midst of chaos. I was too impulsive.
With a gentle sweep of his grand wings, we flew toward the villa of the Marcus Syndicate.
