Gabriella froze in the middle of the staircase when she noticed the influx of people swarming the foyer below. Gingerly, she continued the rest of the way down, watching cautiously at every new face that bustled in and out of the door and occupying connecting rooms. Some were dressed well, like most of Clan Karayan, and her mind hummed with the familiar signifier that they were vampires, yet it was day time. They couldn’t possibly be vampires. Why did they feel like vampires? Maybe they were Day Walkers like Myung. Or were they something entirely different?
A realization dawned that the only part of Raith’s clan that she had ever met were the ones that lived in this house, and that these people could very well be more of the vampire king’s sept. The amount of vampires who he reign
