Alistair set his glass of wine down on the table and leaned back in his chair. His sharp eyes stared out the window at the glowing city lights. The night should have been relaxing, but t wasn't. The meeting with the Elders earlier had left him with nothing but a pounding headache.
He hated dealing with those old fools. They always acted righteous, pretending to care for the balance of the clans, but in truth, they only feared losing control. Their constant nagging about treaties and peace irritated him more than anything.
And now, things were even worse. The wanted posters of his men—Bonez and Granger—had spread everywhere. The Elders had seen them and were horrified to learn that such crimes were being committed by vampires. They spoke endlessly about rules, about the treaty between vam
