A Rose and Her Thorns

The ballroom pulsed with golden light and blood-red drapery, the chandeliers dripping crystal like frozen fire. Vampires mingled in shimmering clusters, laughter laced with danger, elegance sharpened like blades. It was a feast, yes—but not just of food or drink.

Power was what they fed on here. P...

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