"Vampire hearts are dead." Asael said quietly, his expression uneasy as he kept his worried gaze on Dulce.
The Vampire was unchanged despite the strange, magically shielded heart sinking harmlessly into his body. He seemed to be in a trance, his pale lashes fanned over his cheeks.
Mildrede immediately sneered, unperturbed by their unease. "I've returned what belongs to him, take him with you and leave." She dismissed them coldly, lowering anguished eyes to Aylin.
"Is this the important item of Dulce you claimed to possess?" Caedos addressed the injured Vampire who brought them there.
Moreau kept a wide berth from everyone, his red eyes distrustful as he scanned the crowd in the foyer. "It is. Lord Montesserat should wake up soon. He's more suited to answering any questions you might have."
