Chapter 187

• Ian’s POV
• The sun was setting, making the vampire realm look pale. It used to be pretty to look at, but now the usual beauty felt hollow. Some parts of the ground was still red from all the blood that had dried on it, and though the air was quieter, it felt heavy. I stood in the middle of the courtyard, watching as the survivors moved about, trying to restore what had been broken.
• It wasn’t just the buildings that needed rebuilding. It was us—me, Sophia, the council, everyone.