Page 13 of Forever Desired
“I can keep it under ten million,” Linkin announced.
Sorin nodded. It sounded like a lot of money, but if Linkin was recommending it, then it would probably save him at least triple that amount.
“Fine,” Sorin said. “Now don’t tell me that was the only thing you wanted to speak about. You know I trust you and would have approved it without an explanation.”
Linkin smirked, sitting back in his chair. Sorin knew his friend quite well.
There was more.
“Well, since you are in such a good mood… I just took a phone call. It would seem as if you are being summoned by the council.”
Sorin scowled. He stood from his chair and walked around the vast living room, pacing. He hadn’t been home twenty-four hours and already they were demanding his presence.
The Las Vegas vampire clan had been formed over two hundred years ago. Sorin had been chosen to lead the clan when the world was distraught over vampirism. Sorin had fought alongside other vampires fighing the lycans who were growing in numbers at the time.
They wanted to be at the top of the food chain.
It had been Sorin to lead the vampires into battle against the werewolves.
He had been chosen to lead their clan.
It was a job he hadn’t wanted, but was bestowed upon him.
As much as he tried to ignore the responsibility his people had entrusted to him, they wouldn’t let him forget it. He’d thought that by building his empire, and searching the entire world for his bride, he would be too busy to oversee the clan, and they would vote for another vampire to lead, but that hadn’t been the case.
“I don’t get summoned by the council. Hell, I’m on the council,” he snapped. He turned and rested his hands on his waist.
Devin walked back into the room with a goblet in her hand. “It was only a matter of time before you face them.”
“She’s right,” Linkin said. He leaned forward and rested his arms on his knees. “It’s better to go to them than for them to come here.”
Sorin release a curse.
He glanced down at his watch. The sun would be rising in a few hours.
“When do they want me?”
“Now.”
Sorin seethed in the back of his private limo. Being summoned was the equivalent of being called down to the principal’s office. He released a snort.
Sorin Ludovici was a powerful, wealthy vampire who did what he wanted.
He didn’t get summoned.
Sorin had chosen to go and face the council by choice.
“Do we have any idea what they want?” he asked, staring out the window at the scenery flying past.
“Not a clue,” Linkin responded. “Like they would tell me anything.”
Sorin turned and faced his longtime friend. Linkin shrugged. In the back of the limo, they sat across from each other, and it gave Sorin time to study Linkin.
“You are enjoying my pain,” he noted, raising his eyebrow.
“Hey, you knew they were going to call for you the minute you touched down in Las Vegas. You might as well give in to their demands.”
Sorin knew exactly what they wanted. The council wanted him to step up to the plate and lead their people.
