Benson's pale face showed his fear. He stepped backward, taking cover behind the guards. He was a coward—if no one were here, Benson would have already run for his life.

"Who are you again?" Michael asked firmly.

I saw another figure rushing towards us from the corridor Michael had entered. It was Vincent, and I could feel his aura making my hair stand on end. Behind Vincent's cold expression, I could feel the sheer intimidation emanating from him. When Vincent arrived, even Michael stepped back and bowed his head slightly.

"Beta Vincent," Michael murmured.

"What's going on, Michael?" Vincent's eyes swept over us. "I have sensed a disturbance. And once...