"This better be good, Ravenna," I grumbled, turning my gaze away from the door and heading to the kitchen.The sound of her stiletto heels clicking on the floor echoed around the room as she followed behind me. "Well, Sylvain. It depends on your definition of 'good'." She remarked, chuckling with a teasing tone.I paused, swerving my head to her, my expression blank. That was enough to tell her I wasn't in the mood for her antics, causing her to sigh. "Nikolaus got away. I lost track of him." She muttered with an embarrassed tone.Ravenna was known as one of the best vampire trackers in our coven. Back in London, when there was a rampant issue of vampires from Lord Darius's line turning people carelessly, she'd been of great help fishing them out. But unfortunately, Nikolaus's hiding skills far outmatched her tracking skills, not to mention he was more powerful than her. Anyway, I brought out a bottle of Bloody Mary from a cabinet and poured myself a glass. I gulped it all, breat
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