Tristan flipped his phone closed. “Para Patrol is on their way. When I get my hands on the son of a bitch who did this—”
His glamour disappeared, revealing the vampire he was underneath that elegant show he put on for the public. Tristan’s handsome face thinned, his eyes turned to black holes rimmed with fire, and his fangs flashed like pearl daggers. He became chillingly beautiful, the way an agitated cobra is.
Coming late summer/early fall