Chapter 6

The next day I was woken up roughly. I opened my eyes to see a pissed Sybil. On sighting Meredith behind her, I knew I was in for a day.

"So it's simple," Meredith began as we hastily walked down a long corridor. "We brew a scent-concealing potion, you go to Manhattan using the apparat--"

"Manhattan?" I asked, my breaths shortening to a pant. Increasing my stride to keep up with her, I rushed out, "But he's in Chicago, isn't he? At Gornagon."

"Our intels at the castle have informed us he has gone on a short trip to Manhattan."

My brows furrowed. "Why?"

Meredith made to speak but was cut off by Sybil snapping, "Can you stop asking pointless questions? The king's reason for going to Manhattan does not matter; what does is that he's there, with few protection, and that we've got to send you off to him before he leaves for Chicago tomorrow."

We'd gotten to a huge oak door. Meredith worked a key in. "If it helps any, he went to Manhattan to pay a visit to one of the vampire lords, Igor."

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