Chapter 243 Screwing Around

• Michael
• I don’t really want to be here, but my mother and my fiancee practically forced me out of the castle and locked the door behind me.
• The dingy, crowded tavern some thirty miles away from the castle seems to sway against the crowd of shifters and vampires alike, everyone drinking copious amounts of ale or blood cocktails. Deacon is thoroughly enjoying himself as he leans over the bar to whisper in the ear of a vampire woman who blushes deeply at whatever he says.