Where I Need To Be

Vladimir's POV(Continued)

Forty minutes later, the highway gave way to the inner core of the city proper. Standing regally at the end of the busy business district was a skyscraper made almost entirely out of azure glass. At the top of it's triangular edge was an hexagon with an eye in its middle. To anyone else, it was just an odd image to use as a company's logo, but I knew what it was. This is a stamp. A stamp that proclaimed this as the seven's territory. And this, is exactly where I need to be.

The car rolled to a stop at it's very entrance, and waiting to the side, just as I knew she would was my childe, Lilya. Next to her was a bear of a man. Standing at a few inches shy of seven feet, he was large, -larger than me- his bulk and appearance was the very reason for the nickname Viking.