She sat at the power position on the Council, surrounded by the other healthy members, including Simone. “Again, Mr. Veis, who alerted you to Simone’s presence in the Seattle penthouse?” Peter Gallagher asked. Nick bit back a sharp retort. “Again, Mr. Gallagher, I know where Simone is at all times, and I have since the war ended.” She turned a lovely shade of pink at that, but her eyes appeared anything but delighted. Peter shook his head. “Did the Enforcers ask you to get Simone to safety?” “The Enforcers did not ask a thing of me.” Nick kept his gaze stoic and his expression irritated. “Why the hell have you been stalking my daughter?” Vivienne asked, her lips set in a flat line. Because she’s fucking mine. “I’d say ‘stalking’ is a little harsh,” he drawled. They’d been at it for over an hour, and he was growing bored in general and pissed at Viv in particular. While he’d known for a century the woman didn’t think him good enough for her daughter, the time for waiting had ended.
