Russia 1918

Dressed in a Cheka black leather coat with his shoulder-length brown hair pulled back tightly with a leather band, Dmitri listened to the whispered words of assassination. Cold, numbing fear clenched his heart, causing his fingers to tighten into fists at his sides.

He was proud of the position he attained and his ability to keep his vampire heritage a secret, but he felt at a disadvantage in the game of kings. It was his job to report the status of ...