I bristled. "Oh yeah? And where does this 'knowledge' suddenly come..." The words died on my lips.
I looked over at Stefan. No good deed goes unpunished. I stuck my nose in to help out the kid, and now I was a hostage to whatever chess match the vampires were playing. This is not the way I rolled. But I thought of the Nikolea in Geneva, and the red-haired twink I got killed. I was in this game for real.
"What's the plan?"
Draegonne smiled slightly, and I couldn't make out if he was relieved or just gloating that I was bending to his will. "Thank you, Kit." He paused a moment, glancing around the hall. "We return to Europe now."
I nodded. "The Night Palace, I suppose?"
He shook his head. "No, bitch."
Three emotions went through my head at light-speed; surprised, offended, and fucking ticked off. "Fine, bastard."
"Home," he replied softly, and there was a wistful nostalgia in his voice that I was pretty sure came from Harrow. "Château Harrotte. The Night Palace was the home of the House Draegonne. The chateau is where I...where Harrow resided the last three centuries he was in Europe. It belonged originally to his Sire."
I scowled a bit at this new twist. "Why there?"
"Pragmatism. The Night Palace is still in Dragon territory. But as per the terms of a truce between the Order of the Dragon and the French Carolingian bloodline, the Lorraine is a sort of demilitarised zone. It's less likely they will launch an assault against me there, attacking not only a Raven but also breaking their Carolingian truce. It will be safer until we consolidate our position."
So okay now...everything he says is 'we.' Is he speaking for Harrow and himself, or like, 'we' as in 'you, Stefan, and me?'
Draegonne smiled slowly. "Besides, Harrow has hidden something there. Something we need to reclaim."
"And something tells me you aren't inclined to share what that is."
He put both his hands on my shoulders. "Patience, Kit Kat. Put your faith in me. Trust me. The game is about to change."