WHAT HE WANTS

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Landon walked into the hall, filled with vampires and blood. There were no humans because any human who dared come there was gone. This was his army, the ones who were loyal to him. They hailed him as he walked past tables to a particular table surrounded by Lords.

An older man peeked at him, and he ignored him and sat down beside a younger boy who appeared to be a teenager and was tanner than they all were. His eyes shifted to the woman sitting beside the older man peeking at him, and she winked at him.

"Malcolm, you know that staring at me like that would not undo what happened. You must move on."

A servant placed a dish in front of him and put a meal into it.

"I do not know why Brenda keeps inviting you here. I do not want the likes of you here," the old man named Malcolm said.

The woman in question tugged at his arm, signaling him to go easy. Landon grinned.

"This might be your party, Malcolm, but this is my city."