SALEMALARMS ECHOED THROUGH THE HALLS OF THE ESTATE, LOUD AND RELENTLESS. They woke Salem from a deep slumber. The vampire yawned and looked around. He’d fallen asleep on the couch, but was now comfortably sprawled out in his own bed. Beside him, Thoren and Ulrich lay sleeping, but as the alarms continued to blare through the building, both sat up and acknowledged him.“Someone must have tripped the wards,” the werewolf said, his voice low and groggy. “Go figure.”Salem wiped his sleep crusted eyes and came to his senses slowly.Hasty footsteps echoed down the hallway outside his suite. As he stared through the open doorway, Cecil appeared moments later and hurried to Salem’s side.“There’s been an incident,” the magi explained.Salem stifled another yawn. “Did something trip the wards?”“Yes. Something powerful. Valencia is checking it out now.”“I will find out,” Ulrich announced.“I’ll go with you,” Thoren agreed. “Cecil, you stay here with Salem.”His companions rose from the matt
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