JASON

The church of Cassandra lay in the heart of Wentworth. It was a place where darkness overshadowed the light and where creatures that went bump in the night could be themselves. In simpler words, a place where the individuals the mundane had tagged as monsters would be on their best and worst behavior without fearing the consequences of their action. It reeked of alcohol and blood as I drove towards the only building in this part of town that didn't look like it was a cheap motel harboring blood lovers and the high fae of the lower court. As we passed through a set of blanketed trees, a towering...