Twenty-One
I drew a sharp breath as I stood in front of the Vampire Court building. This time, William didn’t have to wait in the car. In fact, nobody had to wait outside.
Every official voting and hearing allowed the attendance of anyone who wanted to be there and with the help of William’s influence, Derek’s knowledge of the internet, and Mother’s irresistible need to gossip, we’d managed to gain a lot of interest.
I checked my pocket again, making sure the scroll was still there. This particular piece was the key to everything, but it wasn’t a guaranteed win. If I wasn’t careful, if I didn’t play my cards right, Radclyffe could still get away with this.
“Ready?” Watson asked.
“No,” I admitted.
“You’ll do great,” William reassured me. He took place behind me, giving me the support
