On the other side of the Charles Bridge, Fiona and Ciaran patiently waited for the group of vampires to arrive. A note had arrived in the late afternoon, requesting a meeting. It was easily kept from Charles, seeing as he was busy with Elizabeth. Ciaran saw no reason to invite them along knowing that the youngest of the four of them tended to be hot-tempered when it came to his witch.
The invitation had been for all of them, but he had no intention of walking into a trap with everyone in his clan.
They waited on a rooftop, he could look to one side and see a small cafe further down an alleyway, small lights and ornamental shrubs framing a water fountain. Water sprayed into the night sky, providing a pretty view. To his other side was the view of the Charles bridge, he could see
