Twenty minutes later, I stand before another skyscrapers in Midtown. Sunbeams cast patterns across the concrete tower. On street level, a small sign reads Club Castle. Humans pace the sidewalks. Most wear suits. All are oblivious to the fact that I’m a vampire.
. I pass through the revolving door and into the lobby. It’s a wide space made of black marble. A guard sits behind a tall steel desk. He nods as I approach. It’s Pavel, one of Konstantin’s bloodkin from the old days. He’s got a flat face with large blue eyes and a receding chin. It gives him the look of being constantly shocked.
“Inspecting Konstantin’s latest investment?” asks Pavel.
I chuckle. “We both know that the money comes from me.”
“At heart, Konstantin is a raider.”
“And what might I be?”
“A penny pinching skinflint
