Parker finally smiled, tilting his head toward Nyxavere with that familiar twitch in his lips—the look that always meant he was thinking more than he was saying.
"Who is she?" he asked, voice low, smooth.
He didn't really expect a full answer. Hell, he was nearly sure Nyxavere hadn't met that woman before. But with her? Omniscience was just something that came bundled with her laughter and terrifying potential.
Nyxavere, never missing a beat, casually adjusted the tiny tiara on her head like it weighed more than it did and said with absolute clarity, "That, my foolish Daddy… is Noctavine Vaelith Draven. Matriarch of the Draven Vampires family."
Parker blinked.
Of course.
