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SEBASTIEN DEMARQUIS, son of Lord Edmund DeMarquis of the vampire Icelander Clan and captain of the Flameseekers stood hidden behind the high wall that bordered the dome of the King's Council. In the rotund area of polished whitestone where King Arlon Pierran sat with the distinguished members of his cabinet, the Lords and Ministers were seated communing, totally oblivious to the foreigner who viewed the progresses of their meeting from behind the wall to the right.
Sebastien watched it all, with a frown creasing his brows. He didn't like it all. He didn't. Not when the Dracaeny was among a cloud of southern arses.
"Shite!" The vampire cursed under a breath.
