Mkhai and his father were not the only Lykoi offspring that had taken insane pride in their royal blood. Halo had been a proud princess parading around in the clan lands and the prince of fear had made her feel so special when he had gazed down on her the first time they had met. Later he had made her question the blood and what it meant. She had thought herself to be invincible and untouchable, but he had shown her just how wrong she had been. He had forced the girl to admit that she was mortal. Fingers brushed away a few loose strands of hair away from her crimson glare.
Surprisingly, she found it hard to remain angry. This was family, and though he was a silver version of the smooth and deadly father, Mkhai was not Samael. She couldn’t believe the pretty and polite words flowing out of him. There was intelligence in his vivid reds that shouldn’t allow her to act out on him like that. She let a sigh escape her chest and felt better at once. ”Why?” her light melody wondered. Why was it an honor knowing her name? She wanted to ask about Samael, but did not quite know where to start.