Chapter 400

Third Person's POV

Zarek's long, slender fingers flexed, as if at any moment they could crush a man's throat with the strength of a wolf's grip. Yet Vexor's expression was calm, almost cocky, his eyes gleaming with a challenge. "Zarek," he said lightly, "for generations, my Vandors have aided the Vanes. To us, the lives of Vane blood are sacred. So, if it comes down to choosing between ‘you die fr