“Again,” Cassia said as he watched his vampires scale up and down the large oak trees at blinding speed. For weeks they’d put them through intense training. He was glad for the long nights in the north. With Oren’s help he’d turned them into killing machines that were worthy to be called the vampire army. Cassia smiled as he stared at them. They’ve come a long way.
“I think they’re ready,” Oren said next to him.
He thought so too. He’d been thinking about presenting them to Maximus and going back home. Oren was also tired of fielding calls from Kalan. The hybrid king incessantly called him trying to find out whether he found him or not. Oren was running out of lies to tell him.
It was time, Cassia thought. Though he was nervous about returning. He wasn’t sure if he belonged there…with
