Lionel shot him a cold glare. "If you don't go to the dungeon, I'll have Duke Renata and Hue deal with you properly. By then, you'll beg for death to escape the suffering!"
Angelo didn't respond. Instead, he laughed even more maniacally.
Lionel suddenly spun and delivered a kick. The laughter was cut short as Angelo was sent flying, slamming into the wall at the end of the corridor before crashing heavily to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Lionel was inexplicably furious, his lips pressed tight, fangs gleaming menacingly, his eyes filled with disdain as he glared at him. "Drop your foolish ideas. Margie is mine—she is the future Queen. You'd do well to remember that! Given your distinguished service to the vampire race, my punishment is lenient. As for your and Heather's scheming to seize power, I'll let it pass."
Angelo struggled to his feet, kneeling on one knee, his expression now one of deference. "Your Majesty need not worry. I will go."
