Half an hour later, Wolfe had made them all fancy new evening gowns for the dinner, and Reiko had sent for Arthur, so they could all go down together.
The Coven Council would all be there, Wolfe assumed. Reiko might have intended a Family dinner, or one with her close advisors, but the old women wouldn't want to sit this one out while the deal was still being read by the legal team.
There was too much at stake for them to not have their own input into the final amendments, and they didn't have the physical or political power to change the deal after the fact, a drop in status that still greatly disturbed them.
They used to rule the city with an iron fist, or their predecessors did, for the ones who had lost a Family Head in the fighting. But that era was long gone now, and they were struggling to adapt from the way that they had been raised and trained for half a century.
