POV: Lord Silvain Mordaunt
Location: The Crimson Room, Soho
Time: Same Night
The blood club is in full operation tonight. Fifty humans scattered throughout the space. Some dancing. Some drinking. All of them available for feeding if vampires choose.
I watch from my private booth. Six hundred years of existence has made me particular about entertainment. Normal pleasures bore me. Simple feeding is tedious. I need complexity. Schemes. Manipulation. The long game.
Cormac Brennan is my current favorite project. Young Alpha, ambitious, corruptible. Perfect puppet for larger schemes.
Violette approaches with my evening's entertainment. Three thralls, all young and beautiful. All addicted to vampire venom and desperate for another dose.
"Lord Mordaunt. Your selections for tonight."
"Send
