Chapter 11

The Obsidian Court was not a place. It was a network — a web of safe houses, informants, and operatives that stretched across every vampire territory on the continent. Dominic had built it over a decade, quietly, in the shadow of his brother's golden kingdom. He showed me the files in a secure room three floors below the tower. Maps covered the walls. Screens displayed real-time data on troop movements, blood market prices, and political alliances. "Your sister sold your blood to six different...