"Get away from me!" Shaun yelled, pressing his back against the cold, unforgiving wall.
"Is that it? Is that all you've got? Aren't you a vampire?" Zayden continued his advance, the room expansive and echoing with tension.
"That's why I'm telling you to..." Shaun trailed off, then scoffed, standing tall. "What the fuck do you even think you are? Vampires are more powerful than elves, you bastard orphan."
Zayden paused, dangerously close to Shaun now. A scoff escaped his lips, and a cruel amusement danced in his eyes. "You know me," he chuckled darkly.
"Of course I know you. Unlike the foolish Henry, I dig. The first time I laid eyes on you, you bore an uncanny resemblance to Kyrilia's late duke. It was too peculiar—your resemblance to him and your presence in the Meadowbrooks household. Naturally, I went digging, only to discover you are Zayden Weiner, not Zayden Michele as you told Henry."