Chapter 44

Dracul

The feelings of ecstasy faded away the minute we opened the door, ominous energy seeped in like a mist, instantly feeding the room an intense sense of dread.

"What is this?" I growl at Gulliver whilst clutching Elena close, the need to protect her dominant over my other senses. "What sort of spell is this?"

"Are you truly that disoriented that you cannot smell the source of the magic?" He asks quizzically. "While you guys were here getting properly fucked."

He takes a slight pause looking us once over and Elena ducks her head behind me, positively blushing.

"I took the time to have a little chat...