“The southern lycanthropes are nothing but traitors, Your Grace. They’ll turn their backs on us the minute we let our guards down, I’m sure of it.”
It was one of those many evenings where Dominic had to fake civility and interest in political gossip. Gorgon, the Supreme Councilor of Agravaria was an aggravating chatterbox, and Dominic tried, really tried to avoid running into the old wolf in the crowded hall. Surveying the members of high society murmuring all around him, he squinted in pain, his forehead throbbing with a killer headache. Perhaps, it’d be best if he stepped outside for some fresh air.
Or not. He really needed to be here.
Taking a sip from his drink for the fifth time in two minutes, he grimaced as the chattering grew louder, making his skull boom. He couldn’t place a fi
