**Wildfire—Audiomachine**
Something like quiet flames stalked behind their eyes on hearing her words. Common hostility was one thing, but accusing another of breaking the pact of three.
"What do you mean, Princess?" Lord Zevrani asked, quiet amusement dripping from his words.
"Captain Tassius," Ember quietly called, and the door opened and in, tumbled the eight vampires that attempted to attack her earlier.
They were bound and gagged, yet they struggled from their binds as though freedom from their restraints would make them escape the dreary fate that was surely waiting for them.
"On my way to meet you as planned, these eight assassins were sent to take my life," Ember announced, "following the logic of your hostility against my people following the civil war at the south of your borders, should I see this as a declaration of war?"
