Chapter Forty Five:

___ FLASHBACK _____

Lysander purposefully strode towards the cell where Dorian was being held. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the distant echoing of dripping water.

Lysander's heart, though long dead, pulsed with a mix of fury and anticipation.

As Lysander approached the barred door, he could hear the sounds of Dorian's mocking chuckles echoing in the dark. The vampire has been imprisoned but his spirit remained unbroken and Lysander couldn't wait to break his spirit.

Lysander stopped in front of the cells with his hands behind his back. His lifted his gaze to see Dorian, seated casually on the stone floor, a smirk plastered across his face.

"Ah…the mighty Lysander comes to pay me a visit," Dorian taunted, his voice dripping with derision. "How noble of you to come and gloat. I hope you're not too worried about your little human, I mean, she was quite entertaining but I had to send her away unfortunately."