Kapitel 59: A resolution

"Wait! Please!" I call again to Soren and the little angel, suspending in mid air, hanging limply like a doll in the hands of a child. A very murderous child. My voice echoes out across the dais, commanding and authoritative, ricocheting off the walls and rebounding through the marble corridors with such fervid emotion that it would be impossible not to hear it. 

Underneath the stony exterior of Soren's face, something shifts under the skin, a hint of some emotion in the murky depths that the other vampires are either too blind or too careless to notice. But as his eyes catch mine, I suddenly get the feeling he was expecting my arrival all along.