"Ravenna, my maker. The one who turned me four hundred years ago, abandoned me, and whom I supposedly killed hundreds of years ago."
Lyanna stared at him in disbelief.
"You said you staked her, beheaded her, did everything necessary to ensure a vampire's death."
"I did." Azrael replied. "I staked her through the heart with silver, beheaded her, burned the remains, and scattered her ashes in water. I saw her body turn to ash. I was sure she was dead.
But apparently, I was wrong. Somehow, she survived. And she has been quietly gaining power since then, recruiting followers and establishing the Covenant as an organization to challenge my rule. She's planning to destroy everything I've built."
Lyanna moved closer and took his hand, trying to calm him.
"How is that possible? How can a vampire survive all that?"
