Enoch and Kendalf exchanged a quick, knowing look. "Of course, you have to be right, Zendedari," Enoch agreed for both of the ancients. "A vampire would avoid us, not try to draw us to him. So whom did you anger enough to warrant this much hatred?"
Zendedari shrugged calmly. His own hatred was deep and smoldering, a rage so ingrained that he knew the demon would rise within him the moment he encountered any of those involved in his torture and imprisonment.
Whoever hated him so much had created a like feeling within him, hatred that not only matched but surpassed anything the vampire might feel. "You know more of my past than I do, but it really does not matter, as long as he believes I wronged him," Zendedari said. "It is here. The door is here."
"The human is dozing." Enoch probed the mind of the unseen man carefully. "He is supremely confident that he will be undisturbed."
