Alexander's POV

I feel the sharp edge of Brittany’s fear radiating off her like cold fire, and it makes my blood boil anew, wanting to rip that bastard Lorenzo Stewart apart again with my bare hands. I had believed—no, hoped—with all my heart, that after the tense but diplomatic meeting with the vampires, this nightmare would finally end. That Lorenzo, with all his poison, would be contained, locked away in the past like a bad scar fading at last. But that was just ...