"I heard there was a party," Leo said, his voice smooth, carrying effortlessly through the hall, "Celebrating my death, apparently."
He walked over to a nearby serving cart. A waiter was frozen there, holding a tray with a bottle of wine. Leo plucked the bottle from the tray, inspecting the label casually.
"I was a little hurt I didn't get an invite," Leo drawled, popping the cork with his thumb.
He took a swig straight from the bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His glowing purple eyes locked onto Volkov's.
"So I decided to crash it," Leo said, his grin widening, revealing teeth that looked just a little too sharp. "Don't stop laughing on my account, gentlemen... I am not here to kill the celebration."
CRASH!
Baron Volkov scrambled backward so fast that his massive, ornate chair couldn't handle the shift in weight. The chair tipped over, sending the fat lord sprawling onto the floor, tangled in his expensive robes.
