As Royce's fangs gleamed menacingly in anticipation, Mallory instinctively raised her hands in a futile gesture of defence. However, just as the vampire moved closer, Hadeon's hand shot out, and flicked Royce's fangs so hard they flew right out of his mouth.
"Since King Maximilian Grimaldi has taken rein, the pureblooded vampires are bound to serve him and so will you," Royce informed with an air of arrogance, as if he couldn't wait to see Hadeon bow down to someone.
"Finally, you recognise me," Hadeon said, looking at her with a pleased expression, while Mallory looked like she was losing her mind at the turn of events. "Come, now. You have a house to clean."
"First digging out my coffin and now following me, tch," Hadeon tutted, his tongue clicking in mock dismay and his eyes twinkling, "You must be one of my followers."
Mallory, who had sneaked out of the scaffold when the man had looked down to see something in his hand, right now held the front of her dress and ran as fast as her feet could carry her before entering the woods.