Sarah led them through the grand entrance of the Corvane manor: a building that looked more like a palace than any noble estate.
Its halls gleamed with chandeliers, silver-framed mirrors, and marble so polished it reflected the misty light outside.
Andrew's eyes roamed the corridors as he leaned slightly toward Lulu and whispered,
"You can sense vampire power, right? Try to locate Seamus and Elle."
"That crow?" Lulu groaned, shoulders slumping. "Do we have to? I'm tired of fighting."
She was a modern vampire, turned in an age of screens and noise—more suited for Wi-Fi than warfare.
Unfortunately, there was no signal here. Not even static.
Still, she exhaled and closed her eyes. Her consciousness expanded like a pulse of light, giving her a 360-degree vision of glowing spheres, each hue marking the difference between human and vampire essence.
"I see some vampires scattered around," she murmured, "and one really strong one waiting ahead. But no Seamus. No Diane either."
