He was furious. More than furious. He was no dupe, he told himself savagely. Nor was he a fool. When he had left the Veil it was clearly understood that it would be his task to retrieve the Medallion. As well as to put a stop to Sebastian, or any of the other vampires, if they should stand in his path. To have this sudden interference was unbearable. And more than a bit suspicious. If the plans had changed he should have been consulted. He would not be left dangling as bait while the prize was snatched from beneath his very nose. Oh no, he would not tolerate such blatant interference. He turned about and abruptly froze. The approaching sense of the vampire was filling the dark, dank air and Drake swiftly smoothed his hands over his fine emerald jacket. It was about bloody time, he seethed. He had been waiting at this hideous cottage for near three hours. Holding himself steady, he watched the fog thicken and swirl beneath the door, shimmering in the darkness with an evil glow of its own.
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