The young vampire looks over to the stranger in his residence. His long platinum locks flow down his back and over his shoulders. He is the epitome of beauty and danger. Piercing blue eyes trail the stranger’s frame, taking in every detail and body movement.

“Who might you be?” He asks with a soft glimmer of curiosity in his gaze. “Do you know where you are and who I am?” Daemon asks. His voice is soft and alluring. There’s an undercurrent of playful menace in his tone.