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Nandor rubbed at his wrists once more. Without Guillermo there to admonish him, he kept agitating the rope burns .
Guillermo. His beloved familiar. His loyal warrior. His closest betrayal. Currently.. He had been lied to by someone so far beneath him. Who had promised he’d stop his killing of vampires!
And yet. He had been enraptured by the young one’s slaughtering that night. All on a warrior’s bond to protect his family. To protect their home.
Guillermo was willing to walk into hell and face an army alone for them.
Yet Nandor couldn’t even fight to save Guillermo in return.