“If you want my opinion, the whole thing was rather anticlimactic. I mean, come on…” Gideon shook his head, looking at the others who were gathered in Maeve’s office.
“How so?” Braden asked.
“I don’t know. I guess I expected more fireworks or something.”
“Lightning and flames weren’t enough for you?” Edan replied with some amusement.
“Yeah, but. There were three very old vampires and what was a badass sorcerer, or so we were led to believe, trying to fight us to get back the paintings and deal with Braden.” Gideon swept his arm around.
“Versus two badass witches, a pretty powerful elf, even if he was running scared.” Edan winked at Braden.
“I was not,” Braden protested. “I was, yeah, staying away from my lady Delilah so she wouldn’t catch Vicario’s eye and become a pawn.”
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