Alice stared at the knife wedged deep into the table. It cut through the throne. Not a comforting image. Christopher and his sirelings were still discussing battle strategies and how to ensure safe avenues of retreat. For all that Christopher turned people he respected as artisans, they were also all trained warriors and had lived long enough to learn a few things about strategy.
I want to join the battle.
She wasn't sure when she'd come to the realization. Sure, Alice had always wanted to help, but actually being part of a physical assault? It was almost unthinkable. It might have been seeing Christopher pace around the room with fear etched in the lines around his eyes. Or hearing him stand amidst his people and request support in a room full of vampires who would have no choice but to
