"You damned thief! Return my Shadow Source!"
The voice echoed through the shadows, lingering in the air.
Mike looked bewildered and turned to Vladimir, asking seriously, "Did you steal something from him?"
Vladimir shook his head, stating with certainty,
"I didn't steal anything. It was probablyDracula."
Dracula snorted and retorted, "Whoever stole the Shadow Source is your grandson!"
"Deal!"
Mike slammed his fist into his palm, his face earnest.
"Whoever stole the Shadow Source is my grandson!"
A promise made!
Mike then turned to Vladimir and whispered, "Make a note of that. I just quoted Dracula verbatim. Everything he said has nothing to do with me."
Vladimir nodded as he scribbled furiously.
"Understood, Master."
It was Dracula who was going to be in trouble, what did it have to do with him, Vladimir!
"You damned thief, I didn't realize you were so shameless!"