The Usurpers Gambit

SPECIAL CHAPTER: KLAUS MORZAN

The moonlight trickled in, painting the council chamber in thin lines of silver. It looked almost holy, which amused me. Vampires have never had much use for anything holy. At the edge of the marble circle, the ancient doors groaned shut and locked, the sound echoing off old stone.

I stood beneath the highest arch, hands folded in front of me. The other elders trickle