“Me? Hiding something?” Mock offence saturated Jevan’s voice and pulled at his lips. “How could you even insinuate such a thing?”
	He let out a long sonorous laugh when Illyad finished speaking. “Hypothetically?” he asked through his dark mirth. “Even if I [i]am[/i] helping him, I’m not stupid enough to trust the word of a vampire. They’re filled with false promises as strong as their bloodlust. But I suppose if it’s a bone you want me to throw you...” He downed the contents of his glass, removed his feet from the table, and placed the emptied cup on the tray. A wicked grin spread over his face and glittered in his eyes as he stood. He placed his hands on the table and leaned toward Illyad. “My motives go far higher on the food chain than petty vampires, higher than it has gone since centuries before our time.” He leaned closer, the stench of alcohol on his breath as he continued in just above a menacing whisper. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into this time, little brother. [i]This[/i] is only the beginning.”
	With a smirk on his face, he pushed from the table. “Well, this was a nice chat. We’ll have to do it again sometime.” He turned his back on Illyad and started walking toward the opposite end of the room. He gave a quick wave without looking to his brother, then severed the link Illyad had created between them.