Chapter 92

“He killed Oleg,” Marceau protested. “He deserves to die!”

“You know the rules,” the same voice, a feminine one, replied. “No turning, no killing. We capture. We need them.”

“Not this one,” Marceau growled through clenched teeth.

“Even that one,” the female replied.

Marceau looked back at Gabriel , eyeing him up and down as if considering going ahead with his plans. Growling, he let go and finally stepped back.

Gabriel dropped to his hands and knees, too weak to stand up. With some effort, he managed to lift his head and surveil the newcomer for the first time.

The first thing that he noticed was that she was stunningly beautiful.

Most of the other vampires looked like, well, like people that had been living in a cave. They weren’t especially well groomed, their faces were hard, their hair was long and wild, and skin a sickly pale.

But this vampire, this woman, was different. Her skin was porcelain white, her hair a silver waterfall cascading off her head. Her clothing was clean, and
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