friend stepped inside.
Aris stood silent for a moment before he turned to his friends. Gabriela could see the concern in his eyes and she reached to embrace him. âCome, let us go to the Sanquinaria for a drink. She will be fine.â
âI know, I know. I just am concerned for her in there alone.â
âThat is how she wished it to be. Come. Standing here is no help to either Sarah or to you.â
Aris nodded in agreement and the three Immortals walked slowly down the corridor toward the blood bar.
CHAPTER 9
S he entered the huge room barren except for a tapestry hanging on the wall and a long table with thirteen chairs gathered around it; the largest situated at one end, the other twelve spaced six to a side. The men and women seated around the table all wore long black robes over their modern clothing. All thirteen in the room were very aware of Sarahâs mortality and very careful to sit quietly, not wanting to frighten her.
A tall Immortal rose from the end chair and extended his hand in greeting. âHello Sarah, I am Bartholomew.â He motioned to a guard to bring another seat to be placed beside his. âPlease, be comfortable. We are very grateful you have come to us and we understand how difficult all this must be for you.â
As she sat, the guard placed a water carafe and glass on the table in front of her. She smiled. âItâs not so difficult as it is unnerving, but I am glad to help in any way that I can.â
He introduced each of the members of the Council to their guest. Larence was a scientist aiding the Master Keeper of Records, Chanelle was a perfect Snow White look-alike with pure alabaster skin and raven black hair. Brilliant red curls cascading down her back and one long earring dangling to her collar bone gave the one named Adelaide the appearance of a free-spirited artist, yet she was secondin command of the Council. Bartholomew continued introductions around the table until each member was presented and welcomed Sarah.
At last he sat next to her. âIf it pleases you, Sarah, what can you tell us of the Spanish coven and its rulers?â
Sarah explained all she knew about the Spanish castle and the surrounding terrain. They asked questions about the Spanish army and their weapons. She had no information about the troops, but she shared all she had heard of the conversation between King DeMarco and Queen Mariska and anything else she could remember she thought might help the Immortals. When the interview was finished, she wished she could have told them more, yet they thanked her, telling her she had been a great service to them.
Bartholomew rose and told the guard to show Sarah to Queen Akiraâs chambers. Sarahâs heart began to race. Even though her interview with the Council had been comfortable and without incident, she became anxious as she anticipated standing before the Queen of the Immortals.
CHAPTER 10
T he guard ushered Sarah down a long hall and into a magnificent antechamber where she waited to meet Queen Akira. The walls were covered in cream-colored velvet and there were many high-backed comfortable leather chairs scattered around the room. The lighting globes glowed softly, casting a warm light on the silver tea service resting on the table near her chair. Her meeting with the High Council had gone smoothly, yet she couldnât control her uneasy feeling as she anticipated her audience with the Queen.
She had been nervous before meeting the Council, however, she had no fear of them. As she waited for their monarch it was quite a different story. An alien. An ancient being from another planet. As she entered the ante-chamber, the guard spoke softly as he showed her to a seat. âFear not, the Queen is kind and fair-minded.â Sarah smiled a tentative smile at him as he left the room. Yet as she waited alone to meet the Queen her stomach was tied in knots and the palms of her hands were wet with perspiration.
The sound of
Aris stood silent for a moment before he turned to his friends. Gabriela could see the concern in his eyes and she reached to embrace him. âCome, let us go to the Sanquinaria for a drink. She will be fine.â
âI know, I know. I just am concerned for her in there alone.â
âThat is how she wished it to be. Come. Standing here is no help to either Sarah or to you.â
Aris nodded in agreement and the three Immortals walked slowly down the corridor toward the blood bar.
CHAPTER 9
S he entered the huge room barren except for a tapestry hanging on the wall and a long table with thirteen chairs gathered around it; the largest situated at one end, the other twelve spaced six to a side. The men and women seated around the table all wore long black robes over their modern clothing. All thirteen in the room were very aware of Sarahâs mortality and very careful to sit quietly, not wanting to frighten her.
A tall Immortal rose from the end chair and extended his hand in greeting. âHello Sarah, I am Bartholomew.â He motioned to a guard to bring another seat to be placed beside his. âPlease, be comfortable. We are very grateful you have come to us and we understand how difficult all this must be for you.â
As she sat, the guard placed a water carafe and glass on the table in front of her. She smiled. âItâs not so difficult as it is unnerving, but I am glad to help in any way that I can.â
He introduced each of the members of the Council to their guest. Larence was a scientist aiding the Master Keeper of Records, Chanelle was a perfect Snow White look-alike with pure alabaster skin and raven black hair. Brilliant red curls cascading down her back and one long earring dangling to her collar bone gave the one named Adelaide the appearance of a free-spirited artist, yet she was secondin command of the Council. Bartholomew continued introductions around the table until each member was presented and welcomed Sarah.
At last he sat next to her. âIf it pleases you, Sarah, what can you tell us of the Spanish coven and its rulers?â
Sarah explained all she knew about the Spanish castle and the surrounding terrain. They asked questions about the Spanish army and their weapons. She had no information about the troops, but she shared all she had heard of the conversation between King DeMarco and Queen Mariska and anything else she could remember she thought might help the Immortals. When the interview was finished, she wished she could have told them more, yet they thanked her, telling her she had been a great service to them.
Bartholomew rose and told the guard to show Sarah to Queen Akiraâs chambers. Sarahâs heart began to race. Even though her interview with the Council had been comfortable and without incident, she became anxious as she anticipated standing before the Queen of the Immortals.
CHAPTER 10
T he guard ushered Sarah down a long hall and into a magnificent antechamber where she waited to meet Queen Akira. The walls were covered in cream-colored velvet and there were many high-backed comfortable leather chairs scattered around the room. The lighting globes glowed softly, casting a warm light on the silver tea service resting on the table near her chair. Her meeting with the High Council had gone smoothly, yet she couldnât control her uneasy feeling as she anticipated her audience with the Queen.
She had been nervous before meeting the Council, however, she had no fear of them. As she waited for their monarch it was quite a different story. An alien. An ancient being from another planet. As she entered the ante-chamber, the guard spoke softly as he showed her to a seat. âFear not, the Queen is kind and fair-minded.â Sarah smiled a tentative smile at him as he left the room. Yet as she waited alone to meet the Queen her stomach was tied in knots and the palms of her hands were wet with perspiration.
The sound of
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