You and Sylas had a system: you would lure people into Whitestone Manor so he could feed since he was a vampire, and he would make sure not to kill anyone noticeable or important, and you would allow him to feed off you if he needed blood before you could find a target.

Now, you were sitting beside Sylas at the feast Sovereign Uriel had held.

“I would like to thank you for inviting us,” Sylas said, nodding in respect to Sovereign Uriel.