Elena stepped away from Vladimir’s touch as she raised her shadow dagger protectively. As she did, Lord Becker manifested next to Vladmir, a cruel smile resting on his face. Slightly behind him was the spirit of Luther. Of course, this was the spirit realm, so this is where their souls would remain until taken.
“We can make things right.” Vladimir’s voice was crisp and confident. Too confident for a dead man.
“I can make things right by destroying your soul this time. You should never have been given the chance to reenter the world of the living,” Elena snorted and watched as his lips curled up into a smile.
“You’ll learn to appreciate me in time. I just need to find a suitable host. A pureblood that isn’t tainted. I’ll pick someone who isn’t a relative this time. That will make the tra
