Still on the third floor, Azier was now on the other side of the atrium again, across the way from the doors that burned him on the left side. The meeting room that had also been outfitted with the same kind of decor had no double doors to open.
Someone had done it for him and left it like this. There were many vampires still slumped in their chairs, on the floor, and strewn across the table; the card game they had been in the middle of was left unfinished, never to be won or lost.
Some of these faces he almost recognized, but it was their outfits that tipped him off to who they really were. Most families wore the same colors to identify themselves, and it helped they still had hair for him to use as an attribute.
