That evening, Claude returned in triumph with Victoria.But when he pushed open the doors to the banquet hall, he was dumbfounded.The wine hadn't been decanted, the seating arrangements were chaotic, the newly appointed Gamma was in a fluster, and they'd even forgotten to adjust the lighting over the main table.Claude stood at the entrance, his brows knotted tight.Yet, the atmosphere of the party forced him to maintain appearances.I sat in a corner of the hall, squeezed onto a table with ordinary patrol warriors, watching this farce unfold.The lights converged on the main table.Victoria, wearing a bespoke white gown, stood beside Claude like a proud peacock. The contrast with me, his legitimate mate, was ironically perfect.Victoria had clearly spotted me. She picked up her glass and gracefully stepped onto the stage."Heather, so that's where you've been hiding," she said, her voice amplified through the microphone. "On the way back yesterday, a few vampire remnants amb
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