William
Valentina wasted no time, loosing an arrow into the air. I followed its path and caught sight of Margaret. Her eyes had widened in disbelief before she disappeared into the building, just narrowly avoiding getting pierced through the heart.
"Damn," she muttered, already grabbing another. "Let's go."
I stopped her before she could go more than a step. "Not yet."
She finally looked around. "Are you alone?"
"Roberts and George are near the perimeter, along with a few of Henry's spies," I murmured, hoping the fallen vampires within earshot were too busy fighting off Association hunters to listen in.
Valentina raised her eyebrows, asking the silent question. I shook my head ever so slightly. Not yet. For one very simple reason.
Blake hadn't made an appearance.
Until he came out
