Chapter 4 — Chapter 4

Seraphine

I linger on the threshold of the hotel conference room, taking a deep breath to steady myself. This space, chosen as neutral ground for a critical meeting between witches and vampires to address the rising threat of rogue factions, feels anything but safe. The faint hum of fluorescent lights and the sterile scent of polished wood contrast sharply with the vortex of supernatural tension seeping through the closed door. It’s been a day since the Conclave’s gathering, and my nerves are frayed. Peering into the bland decor of the spacious room, my anxiety spikes.