Dreams portending a vague, ominous occurrence in the distant past have gripped Las Vegas. Mannequins wear the skin of April’s friends. The Sabbat circle outer Las Vegas, and the Camarilla’s eyes and ears have disappeared. The upper floors of the Venetian are a smoldering ruin. The Ventrue Justicar, Karlheinz Stockhausen, hunts Morgan Kell as a fugitive. There are a million reasons to leave Las Vegas, but Kell’s made it clear that he isn’t willing to let his property go so easily.
And those might be the least of April’s problems.
Just being caught with Eddie Fisk might be enough to get her killed – but maybe he can answer some questions in the meantime.