Katelina's legs were jelly as Jorick pulled her after him, and it was only confusion that kept her upright. She glanced back over her shoulder. The broken chandelier swayed gently and threw moving shadows over the gory scene. One of the Scharfrichter had covered their dead comrade with their coat, and another knelt next to the vampire Griselda had shot. He prodded the corpse, then lifted his blood splattered face and shook his head wearily.

Jorick pressed the elevator button, ...