The urgency of the situation coupled with Foud's panic made things extremely stressful, as much for the still shaken alphas as Day who had the impression that Nyx saw him as appetizing rare meat. The anxiety-provoking atmosphere in the Grand Trianon was unbearable, especially since the mostly beta staff didn't seem to know how to handle the situation. The coup de grace was given when Grand Master Louis had the misfortune to say that there was no inhibitor at Versailles.
"Tell me he's kidding. Say it before I snatched his eyes out of their sockets!" hissed the Lord who, if his brother wasn't holding him back, would have already made a memory of the vampire.
"He's not kidding."
"And there, are you going to defend him, Day?"
"No."
"Why, then?"
