Chapter 22
The wet, drizzly weather in London made Terrill and Sylvie feel right at home. Instead of the prison cells they’d half expected, they were put up in a luxurious suite in a hotel at the center of the city.
“We are invested all throughout England,” Fitzsimmons said. The portly vampire was their genial host, though it seemed he couldn’t help but pepper his conversations with little reminders about how he was in control. “We Old World vampires were a little slow to make the transition to the New World, but we have our hooks pretty deep in the EU.”
This was all for Sylvie’s benefit. Terrill was a far older vampire than Fitzsimmons. Strangely, Terrill couldn’t remember the other vampire at all, which was unusual, because he knew most of the vampires who had influence. Time was the
