Jamie, who had been just about to conceal the energy of the orb in his hand, felt his brow twitch in irritation.
Slowly, he turned his head in their direction, his gaze sharpening into a glare that pierced through space.
The moment they felt his glare, an instinctive intimidation gripped the Vampire Kings. It was a primal sense of danger buried deep within their existences.
But rather than back down, the Vampire Kings' pride flared. Furious at the very notion of being cowed, they unleashed their auras and Authorities in full force, determined to assert their dominance.
However, the instant they closed the distance and finally laid eyes on Jamie—weapons drawn, fully prepared to fight—their breath caught in their throats.
Recognition struck like a hammer, but it was too late to take back their aggression.
Their blatant hostility grated on Jamie, who wanted nothing more than to be left alone right now.
And that irritation did not remain abstract—it manifested into reality.
