The tension in the meeting hall was already high.
Cian Aurelias suddenly slammed his hand on the obsidian table, the sharp crack echoing through the room. "That's enough. How long do we have to wait for that arrogant kid?" he snapped. "It's already been more than an hour. He's doing it deliberately. He's disrespecting all of us."
No one at the table replied.
Damon, the Vampire King, finally spoke, voice calm. "If he doesn't come, there's nothing we can do about it. We—"
"He'll come, Father," Lilith said softly from beside his chair.
Damon turned his crimson gaze toward her. "What makes you so sure, Lilith?"
Lilith only smiled faintly. "Nothing. Just my instincts."
Her words left the room momentarily baffled.
Sylphoria, the Faerie Queen, rose from her seat, her silver eyes narrowing slightly. "Damon, let's start the meeting. We can't wait forever, can we?"
Damon nodded. "Very well."
