Chapter 474: Trust Request

I imagined all the horrible things I could do to Piotr as I followed him, faithful Charlotte at my side, wishing for my demon and her very creative imagination. She always made plans for destruction so much more delightful.

And bloody.

The antechamber was plush, soft chairs and a deep sofa, a low table full of decanters and trays of food. Vampires ate, with gusto, if seeing Uncle Frank devour a burger was any indication, and wine was a favorite. But it wasn't likely this food was here for me. Probably for the two Queens.

Knowing that made me lose my appetite.

Mom didn't leave me alone for long, barging into the room, slamming the door closed on a very angry Margaret.

"You can't possibly be considering this," she said.

"Mom." I hugged her. "You have to let me go."

Her instant argument hung between us without her even saying a word, but I shook my head and released her.

"No, Mom," I said. "Don't you see? The Brotherhood isn't just after a war between vampire clans."