62 THE WAKING ONES
The night was heavy over the city — low clouds pressing down, the air thick with rain that refused to fall.
Carlos flew alone through the narrow backstreets. Kaelith’s face still burned behind his eyes, and the taste of dragonfire lingered in his throat.
But tonight wasn’t about Kaelith. Tonight was about them.
The Ancients—old blood who had slept through centuries. Carlos had commanded them to wake, needing their strength for what was to come.
After Dark Club
Carlos stepped into the club’s public area, weaving through the crowd as lights pulsed and smoke curled around him. He felt the bass line roll through his body, grounding him after his night-long flight.
He made his way up to the VIP, where Tash stood by the bar. She raised an eyebrow, fangs glinting in the
