“There is no reasoning with MacKilligans, Van Holtz.”
“Mira,” he said, his gaze across his office, “I believe you’re right.”
The wolf grabbed a remote from his desk and pressed a button, taking the mute off the TV that had been on but mostly ignored since Mira had started talking. They all stared at the footage of the burning home of the de Medici Coalition, which had stood for centuries in Northern Italy. But the burning house wasn’t Mira’s concern. It was the “number of dead police officers” who had burst into the home to arrest the de Medici brothers moments before the house burned to the ground.
When the news report ended, Van Holtz muted the TV again and the five of them sat in silence for nearly ten minutes until Bayla finally said, “Well, this all took a nasty turn, didn’t it, Mira?”
Her fangs sliding out of her gums, Mira said the only thing she could think of in the moment: “Shut. Up. Bayla!”