"Expect everything, I always say, and the unexpected never happens."
The guards' voices carried through the chamber, their words like a hammer striking against my patience.
"The nest is empty," one of them muttered. "No more eggs. The queen will lay again at the next full moon."
I closed my eyes, pushing the rising anger deep into my core. Inwardly, I cringed at the weight of their words. Two months. That's how long before the next full moon. How had Marcel managed all of this under the coven council's nose?
Cowards. Blind fools.
I had no time to waste. If the nest was empty, I needed to find it myself,before Marcel's army of enslaved vampires grew even larger. Without hesitation, I turned on my heel and retraced my steps, slipping unseen through the dimly lit chambers. My vampire senses sharpened, honing in on the sickly scent of the bloodstone bugs.