The next morning, when Lyanna woke up, she saw Azrael standing by the window with a letter in his hand, looking worried.
"What's that?" She asked from the couch.
Azrael turned.
"A letter from Adrian. The caretaker brought it this morning. I'm sorry. I told him to bring only with urgent matters but…"
"What's wrong?"
"A human territory has reported vampire attacks. Three people have died. The Cooperation Alliance is in problem. Several territories are threatening to withdraw. The council is trying to handle it, but it's becoming worse."
"You want to go back?" Lyanna asked.
Azrael looked conflicted.
"I think we should. The alliance you built is falling apart. We can't ignore that."
"But we promised ourselves this week with no interruptions."
"Lyanna, be reasonable…"
"I am being reasonable! The council can handle it. It's their job!"
Azrael put the letter down, surprised.
"Three people are dead. The alliance is falling apart. And you want to stay here on vacation?"
