Ward grins. "Appealing to my baser instincts might have worked in life, but I have a greater calling now. I'll get to the point, then."
"Please do," Sevinc says, crouching down slightly to run her fingertips along the ridges of the Rottweilers' heads. They don't take their eyes off of you. "We're on a timetable, Robert."
"I've brought you here because I wanted to give you the chance to choose a side," Ward says. "A choice your sire never allowed you to make." He's taking his time. Picking his words carefully. "Before I left Ottawa, Prince Arundel told me something in confidence. At first I didn't understand why he told me, but it makes a lot of sense now that Corliss is making her move to seize control. I was his failsafe and you're a ticking time-bomb at the foot of the throne."