*Phillippe*
I walked outside to the training ring, expecting my men to be ready to train. However, instead of standing to attention like I expected them to be, they stood around, gossiping like a gaggle of old fish wives. I stood back, shaking my head as I observed their obliviousness to my presence.
Franko let out a loud wolf whistle. “You have to be joking with me, I mean Isla is hot, but Yasmin.”
My ears pricked up at the mention of Yasmin’s name. She had left the castle a few weeks ago after the Master vampire thought she had betrayed him by feeding information to her sire. I knew differently though. I may not say much, but that just meant I was more observant than most. There was no way that Yasmin would work against my sire.
She was in love, simple as. It may have taken her a
