“When you all arrived,” Ahn said, “we assumed it would be Asaron, the oldest. By all rights, he should have tapped into his magic centuries ago.” Next to Asaron, who fidgeted with an empty teacup, the ancient vampire seemed the picture of serenity.
“Why me?” Victory sagged onto the bench next to Brawleyn. “I’m not old enough to have manifested these powers naturally, but the visions seem to prove the shadows had a hand in it. Are we sure we can trust me? If I am a foothold in your enclave, I put all of you at risk.”
“You might be a foothold, but we’d be able to tell if you were under their control,” Syri said. “We don’t know why you were chosen, though from your visions it seems like it’s been centuries in the making.”
“Zvi, any thoughts?” Victory asked. The use of his nickname did not
