As I step through the threshold of the ornate double doors, I immediately realize just what I’ve walked into: a courtroom. My literal worst nightmare both in the land of humans and vampires.

Before me sits a row of people who I can only assume to be the council at an elongated judges’ bench. Right in the middle sits a petite woman with an undercut and intricate piercings up and down her ear. A golden nameplate in front of her reads “Indigo.” She looks to be the one in ...