The Grand Ballroom of Castelvo was a masterpiece of ice and arrogance.Crystal chandeliers the size of carriages hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting a cold, diamond light over the gathering. The walls were draped in tapestries depicting the triumph of the Ancients over the mortal world. Outside, the Winter Solstice wind howled against the stone, but inside, the air was still and perfumed with the scent of five hundred apex predators.Ethan stood on the dais, trapped in the spotlight.He wore his ceremonial armor, black leather and silver plating, but he felt naked. Beside him, Lady Seraphina preened in a gown of spun gold, her hand resting possessively on his arm. She looked like a queen. He looked like a man walking to the gallows."Smile, my love," Seraphina murmured, her nails digging into his bicep. "The European Alphas are watching. They need to see a united front."Ethan didn't smile. He looked out at the sea of faces—vampires in velvet, Lycans in furs, Ancient witches in sil
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