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It was an understatement to say that Kristos was enjoying the show. Nicolas Clark’s coup was as much of a surprise to him as it was to the rest of the crowd, but the only negative thought to cross his mind was the feeling that he should have brought the vampire his roses after all. He certainly deserved them, after this riveting performance, an inspiring one-man show. All the while, Kristos remained hidden in plain sight, making sure to keep an eye out for any opposition that might warrant his attention, but above all, he kept an eye out for Marcus. The carnival reeked of Foster and his pack, or perhaps that was just him. He had only recently washed off Derek’s blood. But he wouldn’t be so merciful as to return the beta in one piece. Not until he knew Pandora was safe. And maybe..not even then.
A satisfied and feral grin reached Kristos’ lips at the white flag Foster waved. Presenting himself was enough to make the eldest Lykos’ eyes turn a bright red, claws elongated with the itch to rip the wolf’s throat out. Still, he took his cameo as gracefully as his father had taught him too. Adjusting his suit, the alpha met Nicolas Clark’s devil gaze, a look that gave him all his gratitude, before finally stepping front and center in front of his enemy. Perhaps, Pandora was never the ‘leave a trail of corpses in your wake’ type of wolf, but for her, tonight, he’d do her justice.
“My sister, Foster. We don’t need a bigger mess.”
Kristos’ demeanor was composed, but his crimson eyes and the long, sharp claws peeking from behind his back told a different story. The only way this wouldn’t end in massacre was with Pandora in his arms.
