Chapter 109

• Ian’s POV
• The Council chambers were always cold. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, or even what season—there was an ever-present chill in the air that sank into your bones the moment you stepped inside. Maybe it was a reflection of the people who ruled from here, the ancient vampires who had governed for centuries, steeped in tradition and power. Or maybe it was just another way they liked to keep everyone on edge.
• Today, I felt that cold more acutely than ever.