“What is this?” The Khanum’s eyes narrowed. I heard the buzzing sound of a blood weapon being primed. The vampires were ready to rumble. “The Holy Anocracy, the Horde, and the Merchants. All of you are responsible for spilling blood within these walls. All of you owe me a debt. I am calling it in. It’s time to settle your accounts.” “What do you want?” Lady Isur asked. “Your memories.” I touched my staff to the bulb. The fuzzy green sepals peeled
