Chapter 23
New York, New York, 1912
The Carpathia was not as luxurious as the Titanic had been. It certainly wasn’t as fast, not that the passenger liner had ever meant to move as quickly as it had been pushed. While it was impossible to say whether or not those foolish humans would actually learn anything from what had resulted in a heap of twisted metal lying at the bottom of the Atlantic was hard to say, but Christian doubted it. They were slow to learn.
A soft rain wet his face as he stood gazing at the Statue of Liberty as she came into focus in the distance. His time in Southampton had been interesting. There was something oddly satisfying about taking out British Vampires. As soon as he landed on American soil, though, he’d be joining the Kansas City team. Finally, after years of
