The sun was coming, Lordic thought, as he tried to crawl to his feet. He hissed as pain shot through his neck. He reached for it. His neck was twisted, broken in multiple places. Vicker must have crushed his bones when he twisted his hand. Lordic trembled as he remembered the look in the vampire’s eyes. He was lucky to be alive, he thought. But it won’t be for long if he remained there. The sun was rising, he needed to go back home. He focused his mind and tried to disappear, but he was too hurt to even concentrate on the simple move.
So, this was how he was going to die? Lordic sighed. It would have been better if Vicker had killed him. Being burned alive was the worst way to go.
He wondered where Maximus was. The bastards didn’t even care enough to find out if he was alright. He prob
