The other vampires, who had never felt such a terrifying presence before, refrained from uttering a word when they found out Lord Zhenya could effortlessly kill them in a single snap of his fingers.
"I do not tolerate anyone who dares to touch my bride," Zhenya's voice cut through the silence, cold and indifferent. "I can kill all of you if she so wished."
He regarded the group of vampires, including the Elder, as though they were nothing more than insignificant, lifeless corpses he could create and destroy at will.
The Vampire Elder was so terrified that he immediately prostrated, afraid that he would be the next to die, "P—Please spare us, Milord! I swear no one else in my coven touched her before your arrival!"
Lord Zhenya glanced down at the Vampire Elder, who was prostrating near his leg. His gaze then shifted to Monica, who was shocked but didn't seem scared.
"Did anyone else touch you?" he asked her.