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than most. As all of you know, here in Britain, as well as France,   Germany, Spain and several other countries, the spice that the Vampires have created are still being bought, sold, and consumed by mortals. Our food supply is being poisoned. Already there are losses. Already there have been skirmishes between Chosen and those we believe to be Vampires. That is the problem. We do not know who is and is not Chosen. ”
    “ Ich stimmoz mit dem Master Russlands übervin , ” Hilde of Germany stated. “ W’ ist der Beweis, dass Vampire besteren? ”
    “ English, Hilde, English, ” sighed Alaric of Austria-Hungary. “ It was agreed upon. ”
    Hilde ’ s red painted lips twisted in an ugly sneer and turned her head away, setting strawberry blond locks bouncing.
    “ Oui , you have promised since our meeting in Calais, to share this information, ” sneered Hugo, Master of France.
    “ Actually, it wasn ’ t my agreement on this, ” countered Fernando, his brown eyes blazing into Hugo ’ s grey. “ It was the Angel ’ s decision to share this information. God knows why after you tried to kill us. ”
    “ You know why, ” countered France ’ s Master.
    “ Oui, parceque votre Maîtresse a succombée à l'épice et votre Maître l'a suivie, en vous quittant comme le Maître de la France,” replied Bridget, her ire up.
    Hugo huffed and turned his burning glare down upon the Angel.
    The hatred Hugo directed at him eradicated all of the other ’ s jumbled emotions, forcing an involuntary gasp from his pale lips.
    Notus, sensing his distress, glanced up at him, concern flowing from his tense features. Are you all right? he Sent.
    He had not been all right since Notus ’ capture by Katherine/Bastia and her Vampires, but he knew that was not what his Chooser was asking of him. Despite the pounding headache he nodded, keeping his gaze ahead of him. He just wanted this debacle over with so he could leave.
    “ And this is why you wanted us all together. To hear what el Ángel will tell us? ” stated Franco of Spain, his dark eyes squinting in contemplation. His soft friendly features held no animosity, only genuine concern for the well being of the Chosen under his authority.       
    “ Yes, ” stated Fernando.
    “ So stop your bickering and let us learn from de Engel, ” piped in Jorge of the Netherlands. He offered the Angel and Notus an apologetic smile and shrugged.
    Notus smiled back at his friend of many centuries and opened his mouth to begin his part of the tale that he and the others had planned, only to be cut off.
    The Angel watched as a gentleman, wearing a simple tux, step across the stage, his shoes ringing off of the varnished wood, to bend down and whisper into the Master of France ’ s ear. Message delivered, the dark haired man stepped back, resting his hands on the back of the chair.  No emotions flowed from this man, only a cold void.
    “ Before we begin, ” interjected Hugo with false pleasantness. The malevolence that flowed from the Master of France changed subtly, adding an overlay of amusement. His steel grey eyes locked onto the Angel and he smiled.
    All other emotions from the Chosen subsided beneath the barrage Hugo sent and it took everything the Angel had to keep from shivering under the Master ’ s glare.
    “ There is one who, I know, was witness to the Angel and the Master of Britain, ” continued France ’ s Master, nonchalantly. “ I wonder why she was not called? ” His smile broadened as he set the barb in the flail. “ Where is your mortal whore, l'Ange ? ”
    The question blindsided him, evoking the grief he had bottled in since the night of Jeanie ’ s murder. He barely contained his shock at the flooding emotions battering against the surge of Hugo ’ s vindictiveness. Surrounding it all was the confusion from the others as they sought to deal with the sudden grief thrust at them. It took Notus grabbing his arm and turning to face tearful hazel eyes to break