In a blink of an eye, Gavriel's blade was right before Thundran's face. The dark fae leapt back but the moment he landed on the head of the dragon, blood gushed out from his forehead as though coming from a faucet spray. The vampire prince had inflicted such a wound on him in such a quick move!
The haughty smile on Thundran's face was finally gone. His face now contorted with disgrace and rage, as if he could not accept that a vampire had managed to wound him. Much less a younger vampire that was not even half his age.
"Listen to me you, coward!" Gavriel's voice thundered, his eyes blazing with nothing but pure bloodlust, "You will never have any of the two… most especially her!!! I will have you die first before you can even touch a strand of hair on her head!"
