Meanwhile, inside his mind, Cain was laughing.
Not a quiet chuckle. Not a polite, restrained laugh. It was mocking, cruel and loud.
It echoed in the empty space of his thoughts like thunder rolling across a dark sky.
Finally.
His lips almost curled, but he stopped himself just in time.
Finally, my time has come to show them… the most talented Vampire they would ever come to know in the history of their pathetic Moonshade, I mean pathetic Vampire history!
His eyes remained calm on the outside.
But inside, his thoughts were full of dripping with amusement.
Let's see how long you fools can keep those proud faces.
Cornelia stood beside him, her posture straight and noble.
But inside her mind, unease slowly crept in.
She heard everything.
Every word.
Every hidden laugh.
Every cruel amusement buried behind his calm face.
Her fingers tightened slightly.
He sounded sarcastic.
Not proud.
Not nervous.
Not excited.
Sarcastic.
Which meant one thing.
