NIGHT HAS COME. Ivan's gut twisted as the woman paced back and forth through the salon of the mansion, her face blotchy with anger. Her eyes were still black orbs in their sockets, though green sparks flashed in them as she cast her gaze around. He certainly didn't expect Night to show up in the body of the vampire Matteo had made, not after the Herald had failed. But he knew without a sliver of a doubt what creature stood before him.
She spun to face them and spat her words out. "This is where you bring me?" She waved an arm wild, encompassing the room with its rare art and ornate furnishings, and her hand struck the woman she'd brought with her. The woman mewed, and blood welled up on her lips, joining the crimson from the familiar she'd killed. "You think that hurts?" Night pointed a l
