"Good day," Mirabelle said to Morven as she departed, her eyes following her as Praetor escorted the elder out. Then she turned her attention on Klaus, glaring. "You and I are talking later. Alone," she hissed at him. She had felt utterly humiliated. [i]She[/i] was the head of the Kingstons, not him. He didn't even care about the family, so his trespassing only angered the woman. 

Her sire shrugged. Usually he'd respond to her demands with a sheepish grin, but he only frowned this time. "Very well," he agreed. He was quite certain he knew best, but he could wait to tell her so--she had her beloved family to attend to anyway. As Praetor went ahead and spoke to her, Klaus rolled his eyes before retreating from the room.

To her dismay, her bodyguard wanted to go out and scout. She wanted to tell him to stay with her and listen to her worries and work out plans on how to deal with the Blackmoores when the meeting should arrive, but she was far too sympathetic. She saw the concern in his gaze and noted Lucian's absence. So, Mirabelle drew in a deep breath and then nodded. "Do as you need," she said. "Just be careful, and stay out of the Blackmoores' way for now." 

Besides, she thought optimistically, Praetor's absence would allow her to catch up with Otto and deal with... Her gaze flickered to Mithias as he walked away. Well, she could catch up with Otto.