Ezra received the summons to meet with Count Griffin just before dawn. The message had been brief and to the point, leaving no room for questions. He didn't like the suddenness of it, but he had no choice but to comply.
As the leader of the Matten Coven, his interactions with Griffin had always been laced with formality and a hint of mutual respect. This meeting, however, felt different. They wouldn't be meeting at Griffin's sanctuary and he was required to come alone.
He arrived at the appointed location, a nondescript building in the heart of the city, just as clock struck midnight. As he entered the building, a sense of unease settled over him. The lobby was eerily quiet, and the receptionist barely glanced up as he walked past.
Following the directions given to him, Ezra took the elevator to the top floor. As the doors opened, he was greeted not by Count Griffin, but by someone else. Someone he knew very well.
