DAEVA'S POV
The dinner was too quiet.
I had gotten used to the silent moods of General Cecile as she was not one for small talk, and neither was I, especially after the kind of news we had been dealing with lately. I stared at the drink before me, with no interest in it as my mind wandered back to the news that we had received.
Akasha and his secret vampire army. It felt like a bad dream, but it was real. Too real.
I glance across the table at Cecile as she maintains a calm, composed look even with all the madness that hangs over us. She cut through her meal with precision, her face giving away nothing, but I knew she was thinking about the same thing as I was.
"Akasha," I spoke up as my voice cut through the quiet, "Do you know how long he had been planning all this?
Cecile doesn't look up right away, just chews thoughtfully before she responds. "A long time, Daeva. "
