I pursed my lips and narrowed my gaze on him.
Drake shrugged, a lopsided grin on his face as he swiped blood from the corner of his mouth. "What?"
I shook my head at him and found Rayne. Out of all the vampires here, I knew he would understand my decision. I never wanted to be prey again. I never wanted to feel the icy breath of fear for myself or my loved ones on the back of my neck for as long as we all lived. This was the only way to make sure they stayed safe.
Rayne nodded in understanding, walking over to Wynn to check on him. The hunters filed down the aisle as if they were called by some beacon of light. My guys cautiously walked toward the stage, but kept their distance from the hunters. A hand clamped on my shoulder and startled me, and I turned my gaze up to Vincent's beaming face.
"My brothers and sisters, we have found ourselves a new ally." There was a mixture of cheers and grumbles at his words. That was fine. I wasn't here to make friends anyway. Vincent wasn't deterred by his mixed reception, if anything it spurred him on. "We have long fought against the plague of vampires, but now with our new allies," his gaze moved over my men as well, who straightened up at the attention, "we will now be able to clear out the bad seeds for good."
My throat tightened at his words, making me wonder if I had made a horribly wrong choice. I let my eyes flick over to Rayne to see if he could read Vincent's mind. When he saw me staring, he shook his head with a small smile.
I wasn't sure if that was a positive or a negative for the evil incarnate beside me, but I was going for hopeful. That was all I had, after all. Hope.
And a harem full of vampires.