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NIANOR’S POV
"I want to come with you," Hemera says from the doorway. I look up at her, pausing from tying my boots.
"Really? Is that so? You want to come with me to a vampire den?" I quirk my brow skeptically.
She falters for a moment but ultimately nods with a steely gleam in her eyes. "Yes, I don't want to be left out of this. This sort of involves me."
I sigh heavily through my nose and finish tying my boots. "I'm not sure, Hemera. It's dangerous enough for me. Even if the Viracs have pulled out of the race to be on top, it's not easy for vampires of different clans to meet peacefully."
"Maybe instead of fighting each other, you guys should work to live together peacefully. You already have to stay hidden to live with humans. It seems stupid to have all this infighting," she points out.