By the time they arrived at their loggings for the night, Griffin's head was spinning with all the information he'd just learned. Discovering that you could call forth and speak to the dead was mind-boggling enough; add to that the realization that vampires and other creatures not only existed but were actively targeting you for annihilation and you were in for a whole lot of trouble.
Griffin got out of the car and looked up at what appeared to be a very large, disused warehouse. Roughly four stories of red brick, shattered glass, and boarded up windows, the building stood, a lonely sentinel, towering before them.
"Top floor," Sibyl instructed, brushing past him and through the large, heavy wooden doors.
He followed her silently into the building and up what seemed to be an endless ci
