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January 2nd, 15.002 La Paz, Ashveil Desert, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The sky over the Ashveil Desert was just turning pale when Sukira reached the yard in front of the Civil building. Loose sand crunched beneath her boots on the concrete, the air sharp and cool with the last bite of night. She waited, arms crossed, already in uniform. Footsteps echoed — two sets, not one. Risha appeared first, already grinning, hair sticking out in every direction. Right behind him came Reno

January 1st, 15.002 La Paz, Ashveil Desert, Umbra [Vampire Continent] The Command Chamber was quieter than the beach had been the night before — but not by much. The long steel table was already cluttered with papers, maps, and half-empty cups of bitter coffee. Dominique slumped into his chair with a groan. “Saints, the hangover’s killing me.” “What will kill us is what’s happening in Concordia.” Jeda cut in smoothly, uniform impeccable; he was looking like nothing had happen

January 1st, 15.002 La Paz, Ashveil Desert, Umbra [Vampire Continent] “I have the feeling you vampires don’t celebrate the start of the year like the rest of us.” “I’m sure we vampires  do not celebrate a non-rational date in the calendar like a prince.” “When are you leaving?” “Here we go again… You missing me already?” “I miss you all the time.” He turned his head then, just enough to meet her eyes. “You never, not even once, asked me about what happened during the Red Moon