Adam stood calmly, a faint smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Monster?" He tilted his head, crimson eyes glittering with dark amusement. "That's a rude way to greet someone you haven't seen in months."
Ellen's hand moved instinctively to the scar on her neck—a scar that still ached on cold mornings, a constant reminder of venom and fangs in the dark. Her voice dripped with venom of its own. "Don't pretend, monster. You think dressing up as a human makes you one of us?" She spat on the ground. "You're dungeon spawn."
Seraphina leaned close to Adam, her voice barely a whisper. "These are the ones who hunted you? In the dungeon?"
Adam's smirk widened. "Correct. And now we're going to flatten them all. Get ready."
But Elise's voice cut through, sharp with urgency. "Adam, wait!"
He glanced back, one eyebrow raised. "What? You want me to hold back again? After they ambushed us, shot our horses, and surrounded us with thirty soldiers?"
