CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY EIGHT – A WAR OF AGENDAS

Perhaps it would be best if we retired for the evening," she suggested, looking to Lord Vladislav for approval. The vampire lord nodded gravely. "A wise suggestion. We've all had much to consider tonight. Logan, Laura, you'll be shown to your quarters. We'll reconvene tomorrow to continue our discussions." As they were escorted from the ballroom, Laura could feel the weight of dozens of eyes upon them. Some curious, some hostile, and some – like Elena's – filled with an intensity that both thrilled and unnerved her. Once they were alone in their opulent guest suite, Logan let out a long, shuddering breath. "That could have gone better," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Laura sat beside him on the edge of the bed, her mind racing. "It wasn't a total disaster. Lord Vladislav seems open to the idea of an alliance, and there are others who appear willing to listen." Logan nodded, but his expression remained troubled. "True, but we've also made some powerful enemies. Corde