Chapter 47 – The Gavel and the Flame
The heavy white marble corridors of the High Court upper rings were eerily deserted. The grand tapestries depicting centuries of vampire dominance fluttered in the cold draft blowing up from the lower levels, the distant, muffled echoes of Hecate’s distraction at the Blood Border vibrating through the floorboards.
Lucien led the way, his stride recovering its predatory, lethal grace with every passing second as the Phoenix warmth in his veins completely neutralized the lingering silver rot. Aria walked right beside him, her long red velvet robe trailing over the pristine marble. The permanent gold feathers etched across her skin glowed with a low, menacing simmer, her amber eyes sharp and fixed on the towering double doors of the High Council Chamber
