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to continue. “ And with a little official training, he’ll be ready for –”
    Richard cut her off. “Are you finished yet ?”
    I could nearly feel the weight depositing itself upon her shoulders. “You haven ’t been listening to a word– ”
    “If the guards could please escort Miss Alexander to the holding room? I think we’ve had enough.”
    Monica gasped. Her voice rushed into my head, panic-stricken. ‘ Get away from here, Flynn! ’ The sound of a door opening produced an eerie echo inside the hall and Monica forced me from her perceptions as though shoving me away.
    I scowled. ‘ Oh no , ’ I said. ‘ No, no, we shall not be having this. Not so long as I can do something about it, witch. ’ I blinked twice, adjusting to using my own sight once more, and flicked my cigarette away. My thoughts spiraled, trying to form a coherent plan in the midst of so much chaos. I peered at the converted church before me and one notion finally broke through, an idea which presented the best impromptu plan I could conjure.
    “And to think I used to pride myself on this sort of thing ,” I muttered, running my fingers through my hair. “Fucking humans, forcing my hand.” Indulging in a steadying breath, I paused to clear my mind. A distinct portion of me knew I deserved the Council’s pronouncement; indeed, heaven itself would have crushed me under the weight of my sins if I tried to deny it. The truth of things became apparent to me, however, as I surveyed the building I was about to vandalize.
    I was not merely being condemned for my transgressions. The Supernatural Order despised me most because I was a vampire, plain and simple. I could have ascertained as such from a quick scan of their thoughts, but their arguments spoke v olumes in their own right. I t was not that I had been a murderous bastard, or that I had done the bidding of a power-hungry vampiress, both accusations toward which I would have to plead guilty. They despised that an immortal possessed their coveted secrets. Wore the mantle of a seer. Had used his talents to slay mortals for the sake of sating his bloodlust before repenting of his actions. Everything said in my defense fell on deaf ears, just as Monica had feared.
    I was not about to continue forward without the one being on this mortal coil I could call a friend.
    My eyes narrowed, sight fixed on a stained glass window. Images of serpents in the Garden of Eden stared back at me, not issuing a ny protest. I nodded, resolute, and tighten ed the katana fastened at my side while putting distance between me and the church. With a final adjustment to the dark sunglasses protecting my sensitive vision, I crouched low. “Here goes nothing,” I said to myself. The night fell to a hush for a split second before I launched forward, dashing for my target.
    Reckless abandon marked e very extension of my legs, each pump of my arms until I leaped into the air. With my vampire strength behind the follow-through , I ki cked the window with such force it exploded into a thousand colorful and crystalline pieces. They descended with me in a glorious baptism of glass that landed on the jacket of my black suit when my feet hit the floor. Dusting the shards from my shoulders in apathetic manner, I glanced upward at the panel of mortals I had previously beheld through borrowed eyes.
    They all stared back. Loathe emanated from their eyes once they realized who I was. I detected a hint of fear as well, which curled the corner of my mouth into a wicked grin. ‘ Good , ’ I thought. ‘ Let them be uneasy at seeing the condemned present before them. ’ Strolling forward , I stole a moment to admire the polished wood floor and lingered on the ornate remnants of the church this had been before turning my attention back to them.
    ‘ Little more than scared humans. Which hardly makes you so high above me. ’
    “My apologies for the sudden entrance,” I said , well aware they might have been reading my thoughts