“I am Kavalan, Prince of Svartalfheim, fated mate of the Chosen One.” Sawyer blinked then blinked again. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to say to that announcement. Prince Kavalan scowled at him. “Human, did you not hear what I said? Fetch your master. Tell him his prince has arrived.” The vampire guard who had stayed close choked on his own spit.
