(Third Person).
The word 'provoked' landed like a curse.
Brackham's gaze flickered toward the floor, his mind, toward the hidden levels beneath this very building— the sedated vampire secretly under his custody.
Then, he remembered the gunshot he had fired into its skull, the other day, and the way its eyes had still burned with fury before it lost consciousness.
Just then, the realization coiled cold in his stomach.
Could that be it? Could those demons somehow know that one of them was captured?
"Mayor," said another senator again, his voice low now, suspicious. "You look like a man with a secret. What aren't you telling us?"
Brackham snapped his gaze up. "Nothing," he said too quickly. "Nothing of consequence. What matters is handling this crisis. I have been trying to reach Draven. His line isn't connecting."
"That's very convenient," someone muttered.
The room filled with the rustle of movement, half of them demanding explanations, the other half demanding evacuation.
