"Yes," Daemon nodded, lips quirking slightly at the boy's quickness. He didn't mistake it for luck. "There's only a handful of truly dark powers left compared to the rest of the Blood."

"The man who runs this place is clever. If he is even a man. From what I've heard, no one's ever seen him. He merely taunts us vocally at night. But he will have to slip up somewhere eventually. He's gathered too many powerful and volatile people here to keep things running smoothly for long."