Marek watched Sal move around the armoury with the dozen soldiers he’d handpicked as Dan had dictated. They were getting ready to go back to the barrier. Sal had made a full recovery from the Forxard’s first attack. Marek was glad Sal was still with him or going back there would be unbearable, especially after what he and Tavek had gone through tonight.
Marek thought he’d proven himself to Dan.
I guess not!
Marek swallowed the resentment that welled up in him as the noise from the great hall filtered into the armoury. Silver haired Patrick threw a mean party. Tavek’s full recovery celebration was in full swing. It sounded like a good time, and it was going to get better if the human females who had been secretly carted in, once the respectable vampire families and their young had gone
