They were late. And the crumbling edge where he stood over the chasm called fury grew more fragile with each passing moment.“Master.” The soft voice of his male calyx, or human feeding servant, called from the arched doorway. Seth turned his gaze from the hearth. “They have arrived, sir.”“Direct them below.” Seth returned to the flames, mesmerized by the flicker of alternating red, orange, and blue. He’d lived two centuries as a creature of the night, but he’d never grown tired of partaking in a well-stoked fire. The heat and glow reminded him of warm summer days when he used to walk beneath the sun’s rays. He sighed, leaned in, and lifted his hand, palm side out, toward the hearth, absorbing its radiance. “Ah, to feel the dawn’s light on my skin once more.”He stood, adjusted his black Prada blazer, and shook off his momentary indulgence in nostalgia. His reflection glared back at him from the large gilded mirror hanging over the mantel. His green eyes shone in the firelight, a stark contrast to his pale complexion and even paler platinum-blond hair.
