A guard in all-black opened a door with a bow. "This way, Alpha Kyllian."
He stepped inside and found himself in the Prince's personal wing. Kyllian hated that it looked so damn cool.
He glanced around as a steward gestured for him to wait.
Kyllian swallowed. "Well… this should be fun."
He walked through the quiet living room, his boots sinking slightly into the soft carpet. The Prince's Castle's interior was quite luxurious but silent. Kyllian felt like a stray dog.
He sat down stiffly on one of the elegant couches. Everything here was too plush and perfect.
He didn't even know what he was doing there. Not really. A part of him thought Damien was trying to manipulate him. Maybe the vampire prince wanted to guilt-trip him into backing off. Maybe this was all a calculated chess move.
But… there was a chance. A slim, dangerous, maddening chance that Damien was telling the truth. And Kyllian had to know. He had to be sure that he wasn't going crazy.
"Alpha Kyllian?"
