Pausing at his offer, Integra regarded him with a measured glance before extracting a black leather agenda from a small cubicle on the door. She opened it on a blank page and handed it to Lindsey. It had a golden pen attached to one of the sides of its cover. “Do you know of someone?” she asked casually without offering any indication she would accept or decline his recommendation. Information was useful in every sense.
The idea of anybody taking bets was laughably reasonable, all things considered. There was something absurd in the feuds that kept needlessly accumulating themselves without resolutions and she pinpointed the fault not in the lack of numbers, but of clear organisation. This vampire, Angelus, who was taunting the entire forum arms up until a few days ago, was just one example. No matter how dangerous or old he seemed, the vampires of this world died by a wooden stake into their hearts. Why was so supposedly challenging in destroying him? With all the people that were ready to murder him that she had observed in her neutral recording of the facts. What feeble attempts had they been doing to search for him until he made his formal move? Her ancestor had only needed four men and a woman to defeat and tame the great Count whose feats were legendary as human and undead.
It was, in other words, pathetic.
“Perhaps they don’t know if they would have a market,” she stated, “And truthfully? Maybe they rather be spared of moral preaching about how insensible their job could be.”
His reactions, the lack there of, at her unsubtle jab at the ringleader line amused her. She did not show it with her features fixed on a neutral line of her lips and a stoic posture, but inwardly she was pleased. He was clever enough to be discontented, he had displayed it openly last night, but too smart to renew that subject. She could sympathise. She had been cut from her leadership and her people. That had put her in a foul mood. Nobody liked to feel impotent.
“More the reason to believe these two supposed powers are both one and the same or,” she made a pause, raising her eyebrows, “Utterly thoughtless when they play war strategy.”