"Fair enough," Khion conceded. It never hurt being more cautious than not here in the wolves' den. Or vampire den. Many councilmen weren't known for being forgiving, especially if they were played for fools. Almost all of them were just as arrogant and stubborn as the rest. "So what is it you do here as part of your cover?" he asked, glancing at the human walking beside him.
"I run diagnostic labs for the clinic downtown. It's slow, but steady. Not so bad a job, honestly." Definitely less stressful than what he'd been doing for the family business, though Soren occasionally wondered how much of that was self-inflicted too. Irrelevant now, he reminded himself, floating for a moment in that buoyant freedom of remembering he never had to care about Mistry-Van Wyck again. "It's the rest of Krovs where the... problems start."


















