Valentina
"Whoa," I muttered as I looked around. The walls, what I could see of them anyway, were all dark gray bulletin board material, around a black table. The overall aesthetic was a stark contrast to Jen's office. But that wasn't all.
The walls were covered in photos, maps, and notes. Different colored strings and pushpins created an intricate web, connecting faces with points on the map, with each other, and more. On the table, a map of the country was spread out, writing pads and wallet-sized photos scattered around it.
War room was an understatement to describe the space.
"For centuries, the Association kept vampires at bay, quashing them whenever they stepped out of line," Jen said, circling the table slowly. "But about one hundred fifty years ago, the hunters of the time came
