ALEXANDERThe glass of wine swirls in my hand, red like blood, but it doesn’t burn my throat the way it should. Hudson sits beside me, nursing his own drink, and from the corner of my eye, I can see him pretending to be more drunk than he is.That’s the trick… blend in. Laugh when they laugh. Drink when they drink. Pretend to enjoy the sickness of these monsters until we get what we came for.“Careful,” Hudson mutters slowly, his lips barely moving, “you’re glaring too much.”I force myself to relax my face and lean back against the chair, tilting the glass lazily in my hand. The vampires around us are loud, their voices filling the air with laughter and cruel jokes. Father Vitale hasn’t returned yet, but his lords keep the night alive, drinking like there’s no tomorrow.Then, as if on cue, it happens.Two vampires at the far table shove each other, their voices rising until the sound cuts through the noise. Chairs scrape, glasses spill, and the whole tent falls into silence.Hudson
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