[Nicholas's P.O.V.]
I stood on the second floor of a bar, smiling at the revelers below. These rotten people twisted their waists as they raised their glasses and shouted. But they didn't know what was waiting for them.
I had been friends with the people in this bar in Paris for years because of one of my stupid subordinates. When he was sucking a customer's blood in the bar's bathroom, he was spotted by the owner. Yes, apparently some vampires were that stupid, but thankfully there were only a few of them.
What was supposed to have happened was that either that subordinate was executed for violating the rules of the pack, or the owner was killed and the mess cleaned up. But my men did something even more ridiculous.
