We don’t even bother to drop by the hotel to get our things. We have everything we need, everything of importance. We’re not going to stop off at Xavier’s either. We’re going to drive straight through. “That didn’t turn out exactly as I expected,” Victor says, and frustration vibrates in his voice. “The truth is,” Faith says, “someone has to keep an eye on Richard, make sure he behaves. I’m better equipped to do that than you.” His jaw clenches. He’s not upset with Faith. He’s upset with me. “You should have stepped off the Council,” he says in a flat voice. “Without Asher there, we had the votes to go to war.” “I proved that I had the right to represent the Montgomerys. That means at the table and in battle.” “And when we battle humans again? What then, Dawn?” “With a seat on the Council, I’ll die before I’ll let that happen again.” Reaching across, I lay my hand over his where it’s gripping the steering wheel so hard that I can see the whites of his knuckles.
