Chapter 8

• His voice was too low, almost a whisper–other than her wouldn’t have heard it. When in the world did he get so close? She bent forward with the plan to grab the pistol before she remembered the circumstances she was under. She took a few steps back. He followed.
• For human guests, they were none the wiser. Nearly everyone was out of the garden. Vampires, however, were a different case. Several sets of eyes were on them, from the far end of the garden, probably ready to take action against her. Despite the distance, she could guess they were watching her action. A lone hunter vs her natural enemies in their territory.
• Slowly, she faced ‘his highness’—she thought sarcastically—who was standing merely a foot away. His skin looked too smooth under the pearlescent light. She had seen many vampires, but no one like him. Wait, that’s not important right now. What’s important was his long slender fingers that were getting closer. What was he trying to do?