“I’ll sit a few tables away, don’t worry. You can still try to schmooze the wicked bitch of the northeast.” I frown at that. “Is she really that bad?” He laughs, actually laughs. Vincent never laughs. Suddenly, all of my nerves are on edge as he nods. “She’s essentially the only matriarch left in the Elders…apart from you. Does that answer your question?” Unfortunately, yes. Lovely.
