Red

For as long as she has lived (and it has been a very, very long time), Avaritia Rubrum has governed herself by three laws: A queen of the night does not fear death. A queen of the night does not pity her enemies. A queen of the night does not trust.

(She knows too well how the last one ends).

And yet, when an attack is made--and succeeds--on one of her own, the Queen of the North American Nightlife finds herself in no position to maintain her rules. For any one of the Seven could be next, succumbing to that final death, the one they all swore would never touch them. Any one of them could be her greatest ally in finding the assassin who managed to kill the most powerful siren in an age. Any one of them could be the one holding the knife as they plunge it into her back.

Rita knows this, though--when she finds the culprit, their whole world will be drowned in red.

[this is my first attempt at an original work; let's see how it goes, shall we?]