It was no surprise that some of the young men present practically worshipped their princess, and because of that, they had likely deluded themselves into believing she should remain pure and untouched by any man.
Not that Elion cared.
He looked at the young vampire the same way he looked at everyone else.
"I already said it does not matter how many of you come. The result will be the same."
The vampire frowned.
"Your arrogance will be your undoing!" he roared as several others moved to stand beside him.
The earlier display had frightened many of them, but it had also wounded their pride.
If they retreated now, they would be forced to admit that a young outsider had humiliated their entire generation using nothing more than beginner magic.
More of them stepped forward.
Ten.
Then twenty.
Then thirty.
The older spectators began murmuring.
Dorian's grin faded slightly.
