Victor’s POV
“She is a vampire.”
The words hung in the room, thick and suffocating. I sat near the edge of the polished mahogany table, my back straight, my jaw so tightly clenched that a dull ache throbbed behind my eyes.
Across the chamber, the silence that followed was instant and absolute.
A vampire. Sarah was a vampire.
A pulse of sheer irritation flickered in my chest, hot and sharp at the absurdity of the situation.
We were living in a changing world, fighting real threats at our borders, yet here we were, held hostage by archaic traditions and centuries-old laws that belonged in the dust.
I hadn't known what Sarah was but the fact that her bloodline was enough to ground the entire council to a halt infuriated me.
They treated an ancient rulebook so sacredly while the worl
