[Grief has made Hector selfish. He’s seen the parallel between his Rosaly and Lisa of Lupu, but until he comes face to face with her son’s empathy, he hadn’t registered it. Hector’s shattered heart screams that no one could possibly comprehend the depths of his pain...but that’s hyperbole born of his despair. Adrian has stood where he now stands, or close enough.

He nods. Not knowing where to pursue Isaac, he’s directionless. Having anyone, even the dhampir, tell him where to go is a relief. When they are safely within the walls, he can speak further on Isaac.]

Isaac loved Dracula, fanatically. He wants everyone who had a hand in his fall destroyed. He’ll turn his sights to you and your hunters in time, if I don’t stop him. He’s smart, and patient, and nothing is sacred to him.

[He draws his hammer, the one that he’d abandoned at Carmilla’s keep, and that Isaac had dropped at his feet as he told Hector what he’d done.]

He said he couldn’t be bothered to kill me until I regained my strength. It’s all a sick game to him.