"Hey, Grey. Glad to see you. So this little shit laughed at us when we told him he needed to head for the hills. He actually told us to make him. Can you believe that?" I smiled as my fangs slid free from my gums. I hadn't had a good fight in months. This was going to be fun. "Let's go make him then." "Carlos, I thought I told you I wasn't going to France," Nik said from the doorway. Cooper and I moved to stand on either side of Carlos. "You hanging with lower life-forms now, Carlos?" Nik sneered. I hissed. I hated uppity wizards. Especially those who had descended from the "gods." They felt like they were above everyone. In their mind, they were higher than shifters, vampires, elves, and especially humans. They wanted to rule the world again. He tossed a ball of energy at me, and I ducked it. "You'll have to do better than that. I've gone against your cousin, and she makes you look like the B-team," I ridiculed. "Vampire, you are beneath me." He drew a stake out from behind him and charged me. I swept his legs out from underneath him. He fell on his back, and I stepped on his neck. I applied enough pressure to make him panic. Throw off their emotions and their magic misfires. Only a few witches and wizards were strong enough to fight me. One picks up a few things after a thousand years. The only witches and wizards I had ever encountered strong enough to best me were Carlos, Marguerite, and Chloë. Nik might be her cousin, but he was an average wizard at best.
