Above us, the Bressovs had requested the skies cleared of clouds for the night, and the inky night echoed the city with a few bright stars and a heavy, gravid moon that watched us from behind the spires of downtown. New Sanguinus stretched luxuriously before us, the lights that were so harsh up close twinkling like jewels from this height. Victor escorted me onward, through the edge of the chamber, and to another set of doors that opened onto a balcony and the brisk night air. I tried to peer between the colonnades for the dais that I somehow new, deep in my gut, that I would find, and what I would find upon it, but the shadows were too thick. My breath caught in my throat as I glimpsed the chamber beyond-another chapel-like chamber, filled with guttering candles and the heavy, sweet scent of musk. Victor keyed in access to a nondescript door that led into a stone foyer, then opened a heavy iron door beyond that. ” He shook his head, guiding me down a dark hallway. His boyish grin faded we reached the peak of the staircase, and heavy shadows fell like curtains across his face. “I suppose the more important question is, what does it mean to you?” I wanted to laugh it off, but after everything that had happened that day, I no longer found humor in it. “You still don’t believe me,” Victor said, as we wound ever higher up the peak of Bressov Tower.
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