Kateesha's lieutenant had very little to say. He sat in the cold fire pit in the throne room, his hands and feet tied, and a look of satisfied martyrdom on his face. Kerosene soaked wood was stacked around his feet and Oren stood in front of him, a torch in his hand. The war coven, with the exception of their one casualty - one of the dark haired vampires Katelina hadn't been introduced to - stood in little pockets near the proceedings. Anya and Thomas stood close together, both ...