WARWICK
I thrummed my fingers on the table in front of me. I didn’t expect the wee dog to kill another Sire so unceremoniously. It definitely threw a wrench in my plans.
I still had Nethercote’s kin at my disposal, although now I may require his involvement in my plans since the dog bested Bygrave. The heavy door to my office flew open, banging against the wall hard. Charlotte Bygrave stood in the doorway with a nasty look on her face. I rolled my eyes in anticipation of her fit.
“Warwick, why are we not retaliating?” she demanded to know.
“All in good time,” I droned.
“No, we need to take care of these fleabags now! My destined was killed, and with him, our whole clan. I only stand before you because Harlan was not my Sire,” she barked at me.
I waved my hand dismissively. “Yes,
