Pandora paced back and forth in the infirmary of Vamp’s Lair where she was recovering from her wounds. She had been brutally attacked by three very ancient, very deadly vampires. She had held her own, but alas… they would have bested her, had it not been for Va’lis, Cassius, and Flavius. They pulled her out in the nick of time, but they would be dammed to go home empty-handed. They went back in and risked the ancients summoning the rest of their ugly lot. Against a pack of them, they would have all perished. But Pandora would not be leaving that dreadful mountain without Isonu. Isonu, who was good, just, and fair and so much a reflection of everything she wanted all her sons to be. No… her heart would not allow it. And somehow they did it. Isonu was now in my infirmary, recovering, but he had not regained consciousness yet. This worried me. Worried her.