"Where were you?" Charles asked.
Milos looked down at the older vampire, his toes barely touching the floor as his arms started to ache. He didn't pretend to misunderstand the question, he knew when he had met them under the Charles bridge that his sire was angry about being kept waiting.
"I was feeding." He answered watching as Charles removed his coat, he tossed it to Mary who hung it on the back of one of the chairs still sitting at the table.
Charles eyed Milos, the younger vampire looked anxious he had most of his attention on Ciaran. The older vampire sat beside Fiona like a king at court, the oldest in the room looked somewhat bored.
Charles struck, his fingers shooting out and gouging deeply past Milos' clothing, his flesh and is bones. It separated his ribs knocking him
