Page 47 of The Tenor's Shadow

Daniel lost his smile, his face taking on a serious cast. “It’s not easy, but it’s possible. A stake to the heart, or decapitation. Sometimes, these old vampires forget that they’re not invincible. You have to watch out for that with Freddie.”

Anthony just nodded, not entirely sure what Daniel meant.

“I need to get back, sweet,” Oliver said. “I have to convene a war council to decide what to do about the Azarians.”

Oliver walked over and put his arm around Daniel’s shoulders, the suit material straining around his muscles. “Do you want to stay with Anthony?”

“Do you want me to stay?” The worry shone on Daniel’s face. “I can.”

“Do you think they’ll attack again?” Anthony asked.

Oliver shook his head. “No. They’ll be licking their wounds for a bit. Regardless, I’ve stationed a couple of my people downstairs, just in case. You will be safe until we can figure out our next move.”

“I should be okay, assuming Freddie wakes up in the morning like you said.” Anthony glanced over at the bed. Freddie’s face was peaceful, but fear still sputtered deep inside Anthony. What if he didn’t? What if he had given up everything for Anthony?

“He’ll be out for a few more hours, but then he’ll be as good as new.” Oliver smiled with pride. “He is the best of my coven.”

“What caused the…whatever he called it…the crimson surge?”

Daniel and Oliver glanced at each other uneasily. Daniel turned back to Anthony, compassion in his eyes.

“That’s not our place to say, honey. Freddie needs to tell you for himself.”

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