Seamus ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "I don't actually know about that. And honestly? I think it isn't as important as hunting scavengers."
David's head snapped up. "Don't you know how important the Vitalis Core is? It can be turned into anti-vampire weapons, sold to the wrong groups so they can play superheroes… a hundred dangerous things if it ends up in the wrong hands!"
He launched into a lecture, voice rising and falling, listing every possible misuse in exhausting detail until Seamus tuned him out and let his eyes wander around the office.
The room was exactly what you'd expect from a boss: wide windows, a sleek sofa with a coffee table set, even a gleaming coffee machine in the corner.
On the table sat a small framed photo resting against a box. He reached for it, but David's hand shot out first, stopping him.
"And what are you doing here, boy?" David's voice hardened. "Does your father even allow it?"
