An Argument With a Stone

Warlock Ch 138. An Argument With a Stone

Victoria's lips curved into a faint smile. "That's all I ask." Her tone was cool and poised, but there was no mistaking the tension underlying her words. Damian's sharp eyes caught it, even as he continued to bristle silently under her scrutiny. 'I hate this spell,' he thought bitterly, 'but damn, does she know how to play the room.'

Cassius leaned back in his chair, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Considering something doesn't mean agreeing to it," he said, his voice calm but firm. "You'll have to offer more than vague promises and veiled threats if you want my aid."

Victoria's smile didn't waver, but her eyes flashed with something sharper—amusement? Annoyance? It was hard to tell. "Veiled threats? Oh, Cassius, you wound me. I'm simply making an appeal to your sense of pragmatism. Surely you don't want a rogue vampire faction destabilizing your comfortable little corner of the magical world."