“The one whose name you refuse to speak,” Niniane said coyly as she took a sip of her coffee.

Layla was stunned into silence as she stared at Niniane with wide eyes.

“So, how is Atreus doing after his long nap?” the vampiress asked, leaning in with her elbows on the table and her chin cradled in her palm.

“How do you know about him?” Layla asked softly.

Niniane giggled. “Every decent shadow stalker knows about Atreus, ...