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I’ve waited over a century for this moment…to finally see what LaCroix’s dog is capable of. The Executioner has always been there, silently lurking in LaCroix’s shadow while the prick rules over the California territory, cutting down anyone brave enough to take a physical stab at the Prince. I’ve never heard him speak. Never so much as heard a f*****g sigh of boredom from hanging around his arrogant master all day and all night. And his face has always remained stoic, as if carved in the stone of a courtyard statue.
I don’t know what supernatural species the Executioner is, nor do I know the true extent of his range of power. What I do know is that the moment his beady red eyes shift towards Elena and his mouth forms a truly wicked, sinister smile full of yellow razor sharp teeth…
