Since my father's return, however, there hadn't been much reason for me to visit the dome. He never really did ask for updates on how the military trainings were going and he never summoned me for any of the council meetings with the Elite either.
After what Sam had just told me, that's exactly what I found myself walking into—an Elite council meeting. The moment I pushed the large double oak doors open, it was my father who I first saw. He was seated on the throne at the front end of the room, on the balcony, towering three feet above ground—above everyone else.
At the center of the room, the round stage that served as the stand was occupied by Eli, the island's resident scholar, and Felix, a vampire I mistrusted to say the least.
The hushed whispers and nervous glances that went around the amphitheater-styled hall made it clear that I'd just walked in on something very important—something that they would rather keep hidden from me.
