Aiden’s POV
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
No portals had been used, confirming my theory that there were indeed insiders working with Dorothy and her allies.
The minutes turned to hours and between hovering over me and being on the phone with several people, Tamara was exhausted.
Tucking her in gently, I walked out to the balcony, surprised to see a message from my Uncle.
Tamara briefed me on the Dorothy situation. Do you require our assistance?
My relationship with my uncle was complicated. I hated him for many reasons, reasons that I knew were sentimental because all the decisions he'd made had been for one purpose: preservation of the vampire faction. We'd never have that soft relationship he had with Tamara. She'd lost both her parents like me in the purge, but she'd alr
