“A declared fight which you won,” Sig said.
Once again an unsettling quiet filled the limo. Four pairs of vampire eyes were locked on me, and I was painfully aware of the sound of my own heartbeat.
“So…” Rebecca concluded, “…the elder council agreed succession should continue in accordance to tradition. We have made our choice for the new Tribunal member.”
“Wait.” I gaped at them, unable to believe it even as understanding settled in, and I knew their words could have no other meaning. “You mean me?”