"Don't you own cars?" Aetius asked. His body was shaking along with the train coach they were in. Morris had conveniently emptied out the luxury coach for them to travel in. Their destination was days away and Morris had been generous enough to fill the back with essentials.
Antonio grunted in response which Aetius ignored. If he won't be getting an actual response from this vampire, he wasn't going to ask him anymore. Cornelia was leaning next to him, looking out of the window. He let her be, he also had a lot on mind.
Aetius was positive that the elders will be of help, but Morris had planted a doubt in his head. What if the elders didn't help them? What if they let Alrik decide the vampires fate? Aetius and Cornelia would be involved in the war planned years ago.
It was true that
