The Reaver Chronicles: Raziel (Book 1)
The sound was like a thunderclap, echoing off the walls and reverberating throughout the entire room.
Instantly, every one of those new Vampires, or dead, whatever they were, split into groups. I watched expecting chaos, but found none. With eerie synchrony, they sprang into motion, their movements fluid and practiced, as if they had been conditioned to respond to that specific sound, a Pavlovian reaction that sent them flowing into precise, predetermined positions.
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