Quinn was in her bedroom in the Chapter House. She sat in the window seat, looking up at the Full moon. In her contemplations, she reached for her phone, and dialed a number she hadn't called before. Mr. Northbridge. The new Ventrue. Of course this also meant that the Ventrue Priscus would know the make and model of her financial bikini line as well, but it couldn't be helped. The Masquerade was far to important to trust kine with this.
When Mr. Northbridge answered.