POV: Cormac Brennan
Location: Mordaunt's Townhouse, Kensington
Time: Two Days After Pack Meeting
Mordaunt's townhouse is in the best part of Kensington. Five stories of Georgian architecture, perfectly maintained, the kind of property that costs millions. To humans passing by, it looks like old money. To supernaturals, it looks like exactly what it is. Power.
I ring the bell. A t****l answers the door. Male, maybe twenty-five, beautiful in that empty way thralls get after years of vampire venom addiction. His eyes are glassy and unfocused until he registers that I'm supernatural. Then something like awareness flickers in them.
"Alpha Brennan. Lord Mordaunt is expecting you." The t****l's voice is soft, musical. He's been trained to speak like this. Trained to be pleasant and decorativ
