I didn’t know how good Adrian’s eyes were. Could he pick me out just by my eyes? We hadn’t talked that long. Would he even think to look? He knew Jonathan could cast glamours, so it wasn’t too much of a stretch to think they had prepared against such a thing at the doors. Was I even safe now? “Welcome,” Count Tremaine said. He didn’t budge from where he sat. He looked down on us, his face full of disgust. It was clear he didn’t think too highly of the Luna Cult. “Hopefully you have come to a decision in regard to our proposition. I do hope it will be mutually agreeable to both our sides. I would hate to end our talks so ... suddenly.” He grinned, exposing perfectly white teeth. Jonathan strode to the head of the group. “Where is he?” he demanded. “I will not discuss any treaty with you until I am sure Simon is okay.” “Treaty?” Tremaine laughed. “Who said anything about a treaty? You will bow to me. You will call me Lord and Master, and you will do as I say when I say without question.
