章 438: Chapter 438: Belaisle's Demands

Belaisle smiled at me, hands folded neatly before him, impeccable suit perfectly tailored to his short, slim frame. He looked more like a smarmy executive out to rip people off than the dangerous leader of the Brotherhood. But it was the empty feeling of him, the way his cold amber eyes showed only a shark's interest in prey that gave me the willies.

"I thought I told you," Sebastian said, deep voice pushing power ahead of it, "you aren't welcome in my house."

Belaisle shrugged a little, stroked the shining black goatee on his chin as though he hadn't just been told to remove his nasty ass from the vampire's turf.

"I'll leave," he said, "when my property is handed over."

My eyes flickered to the horizon and the dying night. We were running out of time. Soon the vampires would be helpless, unable to fight, leaving Belaisle and his Brotherhood to do what they wanted.

Over my dead body.

Gram, I sent. I need the coven here, now, at the mansion. Tell them to be ready to fight.