Chapter 482: Piotr's Leash

I didn't kill any of them. Pretty sure. But not one of my four attackers were able to get up when my vampire was done with them.

The little skirmish only increased my annoyance, ramping up as I stalked away from their groaning complaints and stomped my way to the throne room. It had been converted into a banquet hall the night before and, from the look of the well-laden tables, this was to be another prolonged evening of dining and dissembling.

Not if I had anything to say about it.

Piotr hovered near Batsheva, standing behind her chair, glaring at me as I stormed my way into the hall and up to the Queen who was responsible for my safety.

"This piece of garbage," I jabbed a finger at him, "and his little friends attacked me on my way here." Piotr didn't react, though Batsheva's smile pulled into a false frown while Pannera watched with interest. Sebastian half-rose from his chair, but his Queen waved him back.

Careful, he sent.

I was done with careful. "What are you going to do a