Chapter 464: Diplomatic Talks

My vampire reacted before I could, an explosive gust of spirit magic shoving back the advancing undead with murder in their hearts.

"You touch her," the essence said through my mouth, "and you will feel pain the like of which there has never been."

It probably helped the concussion of her attack had knocked most of them back, even leaving Mom and Margaret wobbling a little. The rotund European Council Leader spun on me with anger in her eyes, but Mom was faster.

"Shall we proceed with said diplomatic talks now?" One of her eyebrows arched artfully as she spoke directly to Margaret in a casual tone, as though the vampire Queens weren't of consequence.

My mom was so many kinds of awesome.

Margaret huffed a moment before shrugging. "Very well. I will moderate."

Pannera sat back with a deep frown that did nothing to mar her beauty. "I will attend," she said.

Batsheva looked like she was going to fight me personally only to turn away and sulk. "Wasting time," she muttered. "But fine.