Chapter 22 Invictus

• The tall Ventrue glanced between the group of them before offering a nod. "Alder Viktor Honors was my sire... and despite that, I agree, we are all better for his passing. I understand your feelings, Prince."
• Garry gave another chuckle, and Jacob right along with him. Antoinette could tell those two had more in common than they realized. But then, the two exchanged a quick glance. A tiny thing, just as subtle as any of them. What sort of dealings had those two shared beyond the ones she knew? Her sheriff could find out later.
• Julias's glance though, was on her, and it was not a quick one. His gaze lingered on her, met her eyes, and when she looked back at him, the young Kindred did not break. The other four had started talking about the pressing matters at hand, such as the fallout of Tony being dead and his followers now leaderless, but Julias did not join them. He continued to look at her, and as the seconds grew, his eyes were unwavering.