The Wrath Of Solomon
"Solomon." Ezra hissed from where he stood, his wives standing behind him, each one ready for a fight. The four of them against a count? That's an easy fight.
"Happy to see me, Ezra Matten?" Solomon laughed, his eyes shining with amusement. He tilted his head, a dark smile appearing on his face. "Well, you've made quite a mess of things."
Ezra stood confidently. Yes, he'd burnt through a lot of his vitality fighting in the Necromancer's cage but he had more than enough to face Solomon. But that was when the situation changed.
His ears picked up the sound of rapid footsteps in the next moments, shadows began to emerge from the corridors behind Solomon. The vampire laughed aloud as his Subjects trooped into the room, thirteen vampires in all, each one giving off an Aura of power and death.
"Did you secure the place?" Solomon asked Michael who had come to stand beside him without taking his eyes off Ezra.