Angelo’s eyebrow shot up. “If you insist.” He shrugged. “That works for me. Have them ready in three hours.”
He hung up the phone and his expression shifted to one of forced calm when he looked at me, as if trying to keep me grounded. “Stefan has a condition for us taking Kara and Killian from the Hollows.”
Something in his tone made every nerve inside me tense. “What?”
“He’s insisting that Anton Lange accompany Kara and Killian.”
“Fuck.” I slammed my fist on the armrest. “Anton will never allow us to interrogate them to get what we want.”
“Don’t be too sure,” Angelo said as he leaned back in his chair with his smug mob boss look. “The last thing the head of the council and headmaster of Legacy Academy wants is for that portal to open. He might just let us do whatever we want.”
“Or he’ll try to find some noble, by-the-book solution that gets everyone killed,” Dimitri said grimly. “But you’re right about one thing—he can’t afford to let that portal open. Not with Valentin and the others trapped on this side.”
I stared out the window as my hope died. Dracula made both Anton and Angelo, but they were two sides of the same coin. Anton was loyal to Dracula and followed his rules, never draining people, while Angelo and the rest of the Santi family were everything Dracula despised.
Anton was the hero in the story while we were the villains. I didn’t see him standing by while we tortured a woman to get what we wanted from her mate. Our plan went up in smoke before it had even begun.
