C451 WAITING FOR THE RED MOON

"Do you think I am a man who fears a grave, Aria? I am a creature who has walked through the fires of three centuries, yet this... this little drop of venom has me on my knees."

The Young Prince leaned his weight against the rough wood of the cabin wall. The golden glow beneath his skin was no longer a soft light; it was a violent, heavy pulse that made the air in the room vibrate