'F*ck!'
Marcus swiftly reoriented himself after being blown away and rushed back towards his companions.
Unfortunately, it was already too late by the time he reached them.
Roxene and Aerial stood around Quillon protectively, but Lyra had been captured.
Marcus had managed to get her out of immediate danger of passing away, but she was still unconscious and in a wakened state.
"What do you think you're doing?" Marcus asked, his voice a growl and laced with hostility.
He glared at the Draayer Empress as the Progenitor Vampire ran her hand through one of Lyra's tails.
"Her fur truly is very soft. Ever since I saw her, I thought that she would make a perfect addition to my blood kin. Some of my strongest servants died during this war, and I could use replacements. She would be an excellent addition, and I'm sure that her blood will be scrumptious."
The Draayer Empress then pulled Lyra's hair back and exposed her neck. Her face only just a few centimeters away.
