Amelia took her hand. “Byron, everything is as it’s meant to be. This is our destiny, and I have to be part of it.”

Byron felt true fear inside, but it was Amelia’s choice when it came down to it. “You better stay right at the back,” Byron warned her.

“Don’t worry, we are a team, and we’re going to get Sera back. I promise.”

Chapter Nineteen

Drasas came striding into the front room of the farmhouse they had commandeered. Both Anka and Asha were sitting in front of the fire, poring over some ancient books. They stopped their conversation immediately when she entered the room.

That made Drasas both uneasy and angry. One minute she felt powerful and in control, and the next sidelined for Asha. Was she the new Principe of this clan or not?

“Can I help you, Drasas?”

“I’d like a word, Madam.”

Anka looked to Asha and said, “Would you excuse us, Asha?”

“Of course, Madam.”

Asha walked past her with an arrogant smile. Drasas was developing a hatred for Asha. A hatred fuelled by jealousy. When Asha was around, she always felt there was something she wasn’t being told.

“Did you get rid of the bodies?” Anka asked.

“Yes.” Drasas was told to get rid of the bodies of the humans they had killed when taking over the farmhouse.

“And Serenity?”

“Leo is watching her with some of our best vampires.”

Anka smiled. “Good, now, what can I help you with?”

Now that she was face to face with Anka, all the complaints she had in her head, and her comebacks, felt that much harder to say.

“Spit it out, Drasas.”

“Am I the new Principe of the Dred clan?”

“Of course you are, my little Drasas.”

“If that’s the case, then why am I getting rid of bodies and keeping watch over Serenity, and not being involved in your meetings like this one? You seem to rely on Asha more than me.”

“Come and sit down, Drasas.”

She took a seat and experienced a tingle all over her body at her close proximity to Anka.

“I ask you to do things like getting rid of the bodies because I trust you, and I would not believe it was being done properly unless you were taking charge.”

“Oh, I see,” Drasas said. That sounded better. “But what about meeting with Asha?”

“I was going over my plans and books of witchcraft. Asha understands magic and is a good sounding board. Tomorrow is your day, Drasas, the day you are to become an equal to all the born vampires who have looked down upon you. And the humans who once spat at you by the side of the road? They will be less than a bug under your boot. Tomorrow, Drasas, you will get everything you deserve.”

“Thank you, Madam.”

Drasas couldn’t wait to stride with purpose amongst both vampire and human, and she felt strong.