"What if it didn't have to end that way?"
Zedya's words hung heavily in the carriage and for what felt like several minutes, Lennart forgot to breathe, uncertain if he was hearing the offer he thought he was. His mind raced, conjuring images of Savis, Tausau and the misshapen Clanless progeny he'd created. Despite their defects and deformities, Lennart only dared to face off against the weakest among those vampires, to say nothing of someone like Savis. But, was that really what Zedya was implying?
Before he could open his mouth to ask, the carriage clattered to a stop outside of a well lit, upscale establishment.
"We can speak inside," Zedya said as she smoothly exited the carriage with a fluid grace that left Lennart feeling momentarily awkward, as though he had grown a size too large for the delicate palace carriage that clearly hadn't been designed for people with frames as large as members of the Clan of the Great Claw.
