A couple of hours later, Alastair returned to the penthouse with a shackled and beaten-up Vampire Noble in her grasp. She carried him like a stray cat, usually violent but now docile.
"Took you quite a while, Miss Alastair." Francine sat on the sofa, sipping on her wine as the others watching the television turned their gaze towards their boss.
"There's not much I could do about the lack of Nobles in the Federation. It appears that most of them had been called back by the Clan."
"I only managed to snatch this one. But this Vampire Noble should be enough. After all, the guy didn't give up resisting until I crippled his body a dozen times."
"Prideful, stubborn, and dumb. The perfect suspect for the assassination." Alastair smirked at the Vampire Noble who remained unconscious.
She released the neck of the Noble, causing him to collapse onto the floor with a resounding thud. Damien stood up and stretched his arms upward while yawning.
"Looks like it's time."
