XV

“Is that a fucking Unicorn?”

Sauda looks at Dix quickly before going back to scan the room. “Conservative upbringing, my ass. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

The room is lit with bright colors all around it and people sit drinking and laughing, completely ignoring the scene unfolding at the back of the room. The foreign man continues to lead them to a dazzling man sitting on a comfortable chair with a woman sitting at his feet and the rest of Sauda’s team lined up in front of him.

“Welcome.”

Sauda and Dix join their team in line. All but Samuel Dean, a half-naked Jordan and Raum had guns drawn.

“My esteemed guest! We’ve been waiting for you! I am Adrian Bathory, last male descendant of Elizabeth of Bathory and Vlad Dracula—”

“That explains a lot.”