Chapter 90

• "Lucien, surely you are jesting."
• The tone of Rhea's voice was a venomous whisper, a biting insult that sliced through the heavy, old silence of the Duskmire Library. She faced the vampire Lucien, his pale skin glowing in the pale light that filtered through the stained glass. The air between them was thick with secrets and chill, and not at all with the chill of the night.
• Lucien's red eyes, which had once been so tempting, were now calculating and cold. "Serious, little wolf? I've never been more serious. My elders wish to rule the wolves. They wish to make you all a food supply. Slaves. They wish to leash you.".