Vladimirâs jaw clenched as he stared at the door in front of him. Sitting in a run down bar outside of Volterra wasnât the place he wanted to be, he never thought heâd be near this city unless it was to take revenge on the bastards who took his life from him. Still he and Stefan agreed that the best thing to do when they received the invitation was to join them. See what they were up to and cause discourse within. Still he hated every second of it, playing nice with the people who took everything from him but his closest friend. It seemed his life at this point was a cruel joke.
âI did not ask for company.â His accent was thick as he spoke to the person whoâd moved the chair next to him. âWhat do you want?â Most everyone left him alone, that was what he liked. That was also part of why the Volturi sat on their thrones and he and Stefan sat in their city at their mercy.
