A Bloody Banquet Part 1

[Tabitha’s POV]

I stare at myself in the mirror, taking in the woman that is staring back at me. She’s beautiful in her floor-length ball gown with rose accents and a black and red rhinestone corset that hugs her figure just right.

She looks almost foreign, but like me at the same time due to the dark makeup that covers her face and her half-updo, so her curls hang down here and there. But the piece de résistance is the black, sparkly mask that sits on her face, giving her a mysterious vibe.

What the hell was all of this, and why was it even necessary? They were dolling me up to prance me around their high-standing, blood-sucking council, only to turn around and turn me into a fucking toy.

Sighing, I turn and find myself staring at Vance. Frowning, I turn to the mirror again and find that he isn’t reflected there, and then turn to face him once more.

“Shocked?” He asks, quirking a brow.

“Not really,” I admit. “It’s normal for vampires to not have reflections, yeah?”

“That’s correct.”