“Katherine. Who do you think runs the inquisitions, when it suits them?”
I could feel my heartbeat. Wolf wanted to growl. “You would tell me, wouldn’t you? If you knew something.”
“You’ve had a trying evening. Why don’t you get some rest? There’s nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t believe you,” I said starkly. “I mean, I appreciate the gesture. But I don’t believe you. The Long Game isn’t over, is it?”
“Katherine. It’s so good to hear from you, as always. But I must be going, I have other matters to attend to.”
“Like secret government agencies keeping tabs on supernatural beings?”
“Goodnight, Katherine.” She clicked off.
The Long Game, the battle for power between vampires that had lasted for thousands of years. Why had I ever thought there would be an end to it?
“Well,” Ben said. “I think I want to break something now.” Cormac just stood there, looking out into the night as if he expected something to be watching us. Maybe something was.
I wanted to go home. “We saved the world. I thought we could relax. I thought everything would be fine, now. Sunshine and daffodils.”
“These things never end,” Cormac said. “Ten thousand years of human civilization and it just keeps going.”
“We’ll do what we always do,” Ben said. “Only thing we can do, when you get right down to it.”
I smiled, took his hand. “We look out for each other.”