The Geneva Conference Center had hosted countless international negotiations, but nothing like this. Delegates from forty-seven nations filled the main hall, along with representatives from every major supernatural faction. The air practically hummed with tension, hope, and the weight of history being made.
Seraphina stood backstage, Luna asleep in her arms, trying to calm her racing heart. In twenty minutes, she'd be addressing the most comprehensive gathering of human and supernatural leadership ever assembled.
"You ready for this?" Damon adjusted his tie—a concession to diplomatic protocol he clearly hated. Through their mate bond, she felt his mixture of pride and protective anxiety.
"No. But when has that ever stopped us?" She kissed Luna's forehead gently. The baby had been unusually quiet all morning, as if sensing the importance of the day.
