Valentina
"This is the place?" I asked incredulously. We were standing in front of a shabby-looking warehouse, which must have been white in its prime but was now a dingy gray. It had a slightly sagging roof, and the metal walls were starting to rust at the bottom. A tilted sign read "Herb's Gym" in faded red letters above the dark gray double doors.
Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Apparently, there used to be a really nice building for the headquarters, but once vampires faded from reality to fiction, the Association thought it best to fly under the radar. Personally, I feel like this is pushing it a little too far. We could have just built something out and masqueraded as a private community, but Jen had other ideas."
"Jen?" I asked as we approached the building. "Who's that?"
"The de fact
