Chapter 363: The Heir Of Veres
Callum stood in the dark doorway of a small home in one of the many streets of the Commoner District. He glanced around to make sure no one was nearby watching and then he knocked with a clenched fist.
After a moment the door swung open and a lamia’s towering form looked down on him, annoyance clear in her serpentine indigo eyes. “What are you doing here, Veres?”
Callum looked up from beneath his cowl with a surprised expression, “Lysaila?”
Kithina poked her head out from behind the lamia’s tail, “Cal? Why are you—?”
“I can explain, inside preferably,” Callum warily glanced at the dark street behind him.
Lysaila narrowed her eyes, “I know that look anywhere. I’ve seen it in countless dying men. You’re afraid. You’re in trouble aren’t you, Veres?”
“Well, I’d love to explain all the gruesome details, but I’d really appreciate it if I didn’t have to do it out in the middle of the street.” He glanced at his friend pleadingly, “Kitty, please.”
Kithina formed a half-scowl but relented, “Ugh, fine come in.”
“Thank you, thank you,” the vampire bobbed his head and carefully sidestepped the lamia and her angry death stare.