"We have arrived," Yidramo said from outside, his voice tight.
Kael got out first and held out his hand for me, playing his part as my escort. I took it, my fingers ice cold despite the warm night, and stepped out onto black marble.
And my breath stopped.
Brixhes palace at Blood Moon is not a building. It is a dream someone had after drinking too much blood-wine. The entire front courtyard was made of black marble that reflected the huge, red moon hanging directly overhead, so it looked like we were standing on a lake of blood. Red lanterns floated everywhere, casting everything in crimson light. Gothic spires twisted up into the red sky. And everywhere, everywhere, vampires.
Hundreds of them. Nobles in black and red, with pale skin and eyes that glowed, turning to stare at us as we ar
