Chapter 133: Conversation With The Enemy

Sass broke the hushed silence. "Tell us about this council," he said. Leave it to him to be practical. "Are they good, bad, indifferent?"

"I think they've proved not the latter," I said.

Jiao nodded, swiftly wiping at her face and the few escaped tears there. The professional, cool veneer she wore returned, though this time I saw through it to the young woman she really was, all animosity fading away. She reminded me suddenly of a young and damaged Charlotte and I immediately classified her under "protect while being protected".

"Not either," she said. "Private and for their own purpose."

"What races remain?" Max's expression settled as well, as if he hadn't just made a massive discovery about his people.

"The Sidhe, though only a handful who stayed behind when the realm split," Jiao said. "The vampire elders." She gestured to me. "Moa made two others who still survive with the original magic of the essence you carry."

Good to know.