“I would much prefer to stand,” he announced.
Linkin stood behind him. Edward’s gaze flickered to Linkin before shifting to him.
“Have it your way then.” Enoch snorted.
“I don’t have much time, seeing how I just arrived back in town. May I be so bold to ask why I am being summoned? I am a member of this council. If it was a meeting you wanted, you could have contacted my assistant, Devin, and she would have put you on my schedule.”
“This isn’t a normal meeting, Sorin.” Oana’s confident voice broke out. She shifted in her seat and leaned on the table. “There are pressing matters for us to discuss as a council that can no longer wait.”
“Go on,” he said, collapsing his hands together behind him. He would give them his undivided attention, let them speak, and agree on whatever it was they wanted.
“Since you have been gone traipsing around the world, we have had to deal with real issues. Issues that the leader of this clan should deal with,” Edward said.
“And no matter how much you have tried to ignore your duties to this clan, Sorin, it is time for you to become its leader,” Wren said, her voice just above a whisper. She was a soft-spoken vampire who hailed from a long line of strong vampires from Italy. She, too, had migrated to the United States around the same time Sorin had.
“What is going on?” he snapped. His gaze swept the table. His body grew tense in anticipation of what they were about to tell him.
He didn’t need a lecture. If there was a problem, they just needed to say so.
The four of them shared glances, and the unease rose inside him.
Something was going on.
“The hunters have returned.”