Chapter 36

Oscar waited at the door for Rowan to motion him to enter the room.  The vampire king had all but become a recluse as he drained the old witch of her magic.  He snickered as he strode past her limp body.  She looked like a rag doll that was simply tossed onto the cushion of an oversized chair without care of how it settled.  He'd always despised the arrogance she projected as she strutted about on her stilettoes.  It did him good to see her taken down to such a state. 

Rowan sat with majestic flair as he watched Oscar approach. He wore only a smoker’s robe that was loosely tied at the waist. The robe was opened enough to expose a good deal of his flesh, but he made no move to cover it.  Still feeling the rush of the magic that he’d recently syphoned from Cerie, he gave his underling a good-natured smile and offered him a seat.

“To what do I owe the honor of this visit?” he lazily asked.

Looking back over