* William’s POV *
For an entire race that was trying to stay hidden, the council couldn’t resist a chance to showcase their grandiosity and power.
The council house, a monumental edifice which sat on the top of a lonely hill in Rhode Island, was visible from miles around. It looked like an ancient cathedral, and against the backdrop of the Atlantic, it looked like some of the Roman-Catholic churches I had seen in Eastern Europe.
Rio parked in front of the building, and a valet came up to help me out. He wore a smart black suit, his greying hair gelled back and his back ramrod straight.
“Welcome, Mr Compton,” he said in a nasal British accent. “The council have been expecting you.”
I nodded at him, and he led me towards the front doors, tall and wooden with metal braces which looked
