My three vamps, the devil, Cleo, and I stood in front of the Senate mansion, its gray stone structure looking so much colder and more foreboding than it had just a couple nights ago. Then it had almost seemed warm and inviting with the large fountain bubbling happily behind my back, welcoming candlelight warming the window, and the fireflies dancing in the bushes lining the front steps. Now, a winter breeze snapped through the air, and the fireflies didn't stand a chance underneath the thick ...