As I step through the threshold of the ornate double doors, I immediately realize just what I’ve walked into: a courtroom. My literal worst nightmare both in the land of humans and vampires.
Before me sits a row of people who I can only assume to be the council at an elongated judges’ bench. Right in the middle sits a petite woman with an undercut and intricate piercings up and down her ear. A golden nameplate in front of her reads “Indigo.” She looks to be the one in charge, and though she may be small, she’s got the vibe of someone with a huge, authoritative personality.
A seat rests empty beside her with Allister’s nameplate. On the opposite side, a blonde “Andrea” looks as though she’s about to Karen her way through this courtroom and demand my mom’s phone number to tell on me. It’s clear she’s got a fancy title in all of this too.