Three weeks after Adrian's death, Seraphina stood on the balcony of the newly established Supernatural Council headquarters in Geneva, watching the sun set over Lake Leman. The building itself was a marvel of cooperation—human engineering enhanced with supernatural craftsmanship, fairy-light windows that never needed cleaning, and stone that would stand for millennia.
"The BBC crew is here," Helena announced from the doorway. "Along with CNN, Reuters, and about forty other news outlets. They're calling it the most important press conference in human history."
Seraphina smiled. "No pressure."
"You've faced down Progenitor blood and lived to tell about it. I think you can handle a few journalists."
