The thing about the Kurans, even their infants could find a way to lend trouble in any plan. Especially for those who had thought them done and over with by the end of their own goals. The day a silver haired boy shot him in the chest; Kuran Rido gaped in open-mouthed horror. Oh, that was wrong on so many levels…
The baby had done the impossible and reincarnated himself into a Vampire Hunter.
Things had turned out smashingly well after that. It could hardly be denied there was some form of satisfaction in the violet eyes when his bullets tore through Rido's chest or that the boy seemed hardly perturbed to be facing off with his once ancestor afterwards.
Damn, did he suddenly feel sorry for the Kurans.
No matter what fate the people of the night had pictured ahead of them, he doubted it would be anything they desired.
That boy was going to tear them all apart and enjoy himself immensely as he did so.
As was proper for any trueborn vampire…
A child after his own heart indeed.