Vladimir
I knew who was there before he even knocked on my study door. I eyed the thick wood, worn smooth with age, as I considered ignoring the request to enter. I grew tired of Laurence and his idiocy. I knew what the report would be. They lost her again, slipped through their fingers like water at the train station and in Bucharest. Useless, all of them. If it weren’t for the fact that the werewolves controlled the New World, I would have gone after her myself and dragged her back kicking and screaming. She would never think of betraying me again, as the grip I held on her throat would be tighter than ever.
I already knew she helped the beast escape herself. I never considered it before locking her down there. I was more focused on trying to force her to speak than considering the pos
