Oriana’s POV

I glanced through the windows leading into a back room. There had to be at least four purebloods, all surrounding Priscilla, who was restrained to a chair. Two of the purebloods were talking amongst themselves while the other purebloods were watching the other door.

From their New York accents, I knew that they weren’t Vivace. We were also far from Southside, which was Vivace territory. This must be one of the other covens Claude had warned me about. How many ...