The moment Cain found the hidden imprint, his expression became cold.
Not outwardly.
No one around him noticed anything unusual. The surrounding vampires were still occupied celebrating, discussing possibilities for the future, speaking excitedly with the Moonshade family, or staring toward the three cocoons with awe and reverence.
Lord Vord continued talking passionately.
GrandLord Dreath laughed loudly at something Achilor said.
The Moonshade elders remained surrounded by powerful vampires trying to establish goodwill.
No one paid attention to Cain.
And that was exactly what he wanted.
Because inside him—
Something dangerous had awakened.
The hidden presence buried within the blood pact had not only manipulated the emotional connections between him and the three sisters.
It had touched his mind.
His thoughts.
His decisions.
Even if only gradually—
Even if only indirectly—
That alone was enough to enrage him.
