"You've grown popular, Aguilar," Gilles announced his presence as he walked down the stairs of the cellar.
Aguilar shot to his feet at the sound of his voice, his expression tense as the much smaller coven arranged themselves into a battle formation.
Gilles was a tall Vampire, his dark hair was slicked back, a heavy fur coat over his shoulders. The warm lighting of the cellar infused his pale skin with warmth, casting shadows on his handsome features.
He scanned the room as he walked in, his pupils shrinking at the unexpected sight he was greeted with. "Popular and daring," He whistled, coming to an abrupt stop.
A section of the cellar had been converted into a makeshift prison, and shackled to the wall was the very last sight he ever expected to see… Dulce Montesserat.
