“So this is the leeches against the rest of us!” Reynolds shouted, completely bypassing the point I was trying to make.
“That's not true,” Lucas pointed out. “We stand at Charlotte's side. You know we're vampires who don't hunt humans. The Drâghici consider us an aberration and intend to kill us as surely as they'll kill you.” His energy was washing over me as much as Conal's was, and I resisted the urge to rub my hands over my arms.
“You need to make this choice,” I said loudly, determined to end this conversation one way or the other. “Nobody will force you to go. You're all free to go to your homes and wait for the Consiliului, the youngling vampires, the demons. You can decide to work with us, to fight with us, or you can choose to take your own path. To be honest,” I announced in a
