It was more a question of who wasn’t at our door. There were two Harlow police officers—town, not campus—alongside three severe-looking vampires. Something in my new vampire sensitivity read an aura of great age and power around these vampires, two men and a woman, despite their slouchy jeans and beat-up sneakers. I didn’t need Melinda to tell me: more council members. Watson was busy making everyone coffee, and Melinda and I sat down where they directed us to on the sofa…exactly ...