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Chapter Twelve

I'd never had anything to do with the vampire council. That was always dad. He'd taken Bryan once. He hadn't seemed in a good mood when he got back and dad didn't take him again. My eyes widened as a new realisation hit me.

“Dads going to be in there,” I murmured as I got out of the car. Panicked gripped me at the idea. Could I deal with the disappointment in his eyes? William grabbed my hand for a split second, squeezed and dropped it. I knew it was in case anyone saw us. Neither of us had to talk about it, we knew everything between us had to be a secret. He hesitated, and I got the sense he wanted to say something.

“You realise I have to act like I don't care,” William murmured as we walked. I blinked at the words, but I understood what he meant. If the others found out, we were both in trouble. I remembered what he had been like before with Francis. That was another side of him I didn't know. I'd only known William as a guy, not the elder vampire.

“Francis, get out here,” William muttered. Francis was still in the car. If he noticed anything odd in our behaviour he didn't show it. He was too busy being self-conscious. He was wearing an old pair of jeans and blue chequered shirt. The look was kind of funny on him, considering his usual style of black, leather jackets and white t-shirts. I walked into the main lobby, taking in the fancy reception area and huge chandelier. The reception desk was closed this time of night. I wondered if the vampires paid extra to use the room 24 hours a day.

I followed William through corridors until we were at the other end of the building. There were large, oak double doors before me that he shoved open. I wasn't sure what I expected, but a plain meeting room set-up wasn't it. Four other vampires who I'd never seen before were on one side. Most of them were indifferent, apart from one who was openly glaring. Based on his white hair I was going to guess he was Vincent. Behind him against the wall was Gregory. His smirk faded as Francis walked in behind me. On the other side of the room were my uncle and dad. I decided not to look too much at my dad.

“You're meant to be dead,” Gregory said, confused. Vincent shot him a scary glare and he shut up. Vincent stood up, looking a little riled up by the turn of events.

“Well, I'm of course we're glad to see you're alive and well Francis,” Vincent said, his voice like gravel. I had the feeling that was a lie. “Since your here though, can you confirm that the pup went mad and almost killed you? We already have footage of a fight, so there is little point trying to defend him,” Vincent explained. His gaze moved to me as he spoke and felt a shudder pass through me at it. I was wrong earlier. William may have been cold to Francis, but this guy was Arctic. Francis glanced at me before speaking. I couldn't tell if he was going to enjoy screwing me over, but I knew he had a bigger issue with Gregory than me right now.

“He came to the club and I pissed him off. I should've realised something wasn't right and didn't,” Francis explained. “I got badly hurt, but I could recover. At least,” he continued. “I would've been perfectly fine, except Gregory tried to finish the job.” There was silence throughout the room. Vincent showed no emotion whatsoever. Gregory on the other hand stiffened, eyes a little wider.

“Luca was the one who found and rescued me,” Francis finished, adding emphasis to my name. I blinked, glancing at him, but he didn't seem interested in looking my way.

“Well,” a woman with a short bob of black hair murmured, leaning forward on the table. “Sounds to me like Luca,” she said, echoing Francis' word choice. “Has more than made up for his error.” She sent me a mischievous smile and I blinked.

“And Gregory is the one we should be trialling,” the other woman said, her voice a lot softer than the first. Even so there was an icy edge to it and she looked at Gregory with complete indifference.

“What about you William?” Vincent asked, pulling everyone attention. “He attacked you as well.” There was no way of hiding my guilt over that, I glanced at the floor instantly, shuffling awkwardly. I remembered William's earlier words and wondered what he was going to say.

“If I was that bothered by it, I wouldn't have helped him out,” he said. “I think June's right and we should just end this business.”

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