After that ass clown of a warlock, Holden, used his blood magic on me, others around me decided to show their true colors and my low expectations, unfortunately , were realized.
I suppose, if I expected that Ethan, Justin and others couldn’t really be trusted than I can’t really be disappointed but it would be nice to occasionally be proven wrong. Also, it seems that the Justicars are waiting in the wings to get their jabs in at my expense following some accusation that I, in some way, violated the Masquerade. Gee, I wonder who would accuse me of that.
Fortunately, my arrangement with Grant continues to pay dividends. It’s possible that he can’t be trusted either but for now, our arrangement continues to be mutually beneficial. With his aid, I’m mostly healed and before Ethan could complete his vile work.
There will be a reckoning for those who have targeted me for attacks on my body, my will and/or my high station in this city… MY city. But that can wait. My immediate concern is damage control.
Tonight, I take steps toward that end. Then, I play the long game. Punishment will come to the guilty but not just yet.
Not just yet.