Queen of the Night Syndicate

My father built an empire on blood. He left it to me and three men who want me dead. Dax wants to break me. Ilric wants to sell me. Saint wants to drink me dry. I inherited a black-market blood bank, a week to prove I can rule it, and three enforcers bound to my bloodline by oaths older than the city. The rival family is already circling, and the only currency I have left is me. So I made them a deal: protect the source, and none of them ever goes hungry again. They took it. All three of them. If the family thinks three is too many, they can come and tell me themselves.