POV: Ian Greco 

The mahogany conference table in the Greco family's private dining room gleamed under crystal chandeliers, its polished surface reflecting the faces of Washington D.C.'s most powerful supernatural politicians. At eighteen, Ian had been attending these "family dinners" since he could hold a fork properly, watching his parents orchestrate the political machinery that governed their world with the same casual precision most families used to plan weekend activities.

"The ...