The energy is there all around them. Of vampires and feedings, of fear and excitement that is running through everyone. He lives on this, and it's there in his head that it wouldn't take him long to destroy everyone in the same place. He could literally destroy them all.

He aches, feeling the tightness around his eyes as he holds himself in check. Sliding his arm around her, pulling her in and holding her close to him as he steps inside with her at his side.

"I didn't get one either," he points out, lifting his gaze to look around. The opulence, the atmosphere, the fucking throne at the front of the room. "Are you kidding me? That damn thing is still here?"

He rolls his eyes, sighing as he shakes his head. "You can tell which brother turned Marcel. Drama queens, all of them." As if he has room to talk, especially with what he says next. "I used to go into rooms like this and leave when I was the only left standing."