I rummaged through my suitcase for my phone to call my grandfather, only to remember it was in my handbag—which, along with my interview outfit, had been left in the Marquis's cloakroom when I changed into this gown.
God, what an idiotic blunder!
If Gemma or my grandfather called and opened with, "Did you finish the job?" or "Did you kill him?"—I'd be dead on the spot.
Even if I survived, every vampire in the world would hunt me down.
These fanged predators were everywhere, masters of hide-and-seek. What chance did a helpless human like me have against them?
I spun around and bolted for the study. "Lanst—"
A sudden flash of cold light, like camera flares, cut through the study's opulent silence. Dozens of eyes snapped toward me—pale faces framed in black, their expressions startled but unmistakably ravenous. They weren't admiring me—they were eyeing their next meal. A chorus of low, hungry growls slithered through the air. "Hss… hnn…"
