To Rule the Tsar Alpha's Heart
I barked, “you will scour the wilds, the towns, the cities for clues. You will hunt whispers, chase scents. You will report everything to me.”
“To the mafia,” I continued, my gaze raking across the dons in person and on screen, “your ears are in the streets, your eyes in the banks, the ports, the clubs. Vampyres feed where humans are weak. You will choke their supply. Starve them.”
“To my investigators,” I snapped, my eyes on the humans who had cut their teeth on blood and secrets, “tear apart every record, every photo, every name. Find me the faces that never age. Drag them into the light.”
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