Kiani POV

Kiani, it is you I choose, you must be the one that faces Daemian, my trust in you unwavering, I believe only you can bring him to his knees

My Master, my sire, has entrusted me with the demise of his sworn enemy, the half brother he has never known, but loathes nonetheless

Daemian, a full blooded PenDragon, the bloodline pure within him, the very last of the original ancients, one of the strongest and deadliest

It is I that must find his weakness, for every man has one, I will willingly sacrifice myself if necessary to restore the honor to my sire

For my sire has given me this immortal life, his powerful bloodline along with my choosing only the strong to feed upon has intensified me

I will use my femininity to make him weak, my body will tempt and distract him, only when he is fully under my spell will I strike and kill

I stand outside the Club Draconis, my black dress for the evening short, tight, and revealing, my long thick auburn hair flowing freely

My lips and nails polished in a deep blood red, my sultry painted eyes alluring, I will fit in perfectly with these mortal vampire wannabe's

As I approach I hear the sharp intake of breath as the doorman beckons me and wordlessly opens the barrier to allow me entrance

The thundering music fills my ears as I walk slowly but determinably towards my target, knowing that he will already be alerted to me

I will the arcanes within me not to react, Daemain will be wary of me, but I need him to see me as just a woman, not a significant threat

My eyes zero in on him, he is exactly as I imagined him to be, I smirk with that realization knowing that his arrogance will be his downfall