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SOFIAI’m wearing a floor-length, gothic-style black ballgown. A high illusion neckline with sheer, sheer-to-lace panelling and intricate floral lace applique detailing flowing down through the fitted bodice. Long, sheer/mesh dramatic bell sleeves trimmed with detailed lace along the wide cuffs.A voluminous full A-line ball gown skirt covered in dark lace embroidery patterns running vertically down the fabric toward an ornate scalloped hem. It’s dark and gloomy, of course; Drakorya is always dark and gloomy, and I’ve gotten used to it, but today is different. I will be going to the funerals of people who didn’t do anything to anyone. People who didn’t deserve to be killed. I look at myself in the mirror and expect Lissa to compliment me on how nice I look. But she’s not here; she’s dead, was killed because of a stupid corny ass rebellion. I’m not even sad anymore. I’m more pissed off. I want something to be done immediately. Those people have to be caught and punished. I am so si

SOFIAAnd they lower my friend and her father and sister down to the ground, and they bury her, finally sending her off to the spirit world where she will not be hurt anymore. My arms are around Miriam’s as she cries, and so are mine, but mine aren’t as loud as hers. Losing her mate and her daughters feels like a stab to the chest. I feel so bad for her right now. The air is filled with nothing but sorrow and sadness, and it’s not because we’re in a cemetery. The whole kingdom is drenched in sadness and misery. Drakorya should be free from all this chaos; people have shed enough tears. The funeral is over, and some people linger to comfort Miriam and her children. Then they leave. Some are talking with the king about whether there’s anything they can do about those rogue vampires, and I spot Victor trying to comfort Chris. Something is wrong there. I’m going to have to check in later. “Thank you so much, Peter. You’ve been a good friend to Igor, and he will be so grateful that you

SOFIAI haven’t felt this happy in a long time, being around a group of girls, having fun drinking in a limo, and we’re now about to get into a club to dance and drink some more. The feeling is ecstatic; this night is going to be one of the best I’ve ever experienced. I just love these girls, yes, and Anna too; hanging out with her in that limo has proven she is more than just an angry girl who has a crush on someone that’s mated to someone else; she’s very cool. And also the Dragomire sisters are just so amazing; I’ve never had a sister, but they’ve been amazing sisters to me. Oh damn, I think I’m going to cry, but I don’t want to ruin this night by doing all that, so. I’m sure the girls will understand that these would be tears of joy, not tears of sadness. I’m not going to be corny by crying like an idiot. I’m going to live in the moment, because what these past few weeks have taught me is that life is short and life goes on. “Alright, we’re here, let’s party!” Estella screams,

SOFIAAnd if I didn’t have any more reasons to hate that man, my hatred for him keeps getting bigger and bigger and bigger each day. Because, what the fuck? It’s no wonder Victor couldn’t healthily handle his feelings before he had a lunatic for a father, and he was raised by this lunatic. Luckily, Victor got out of that mess. But that old man is still in the mess as far as I’m concerned. “Wait, a minute, he told you to hex me,” I say, and some of the witches say yes while some just nod their heads. “And why, if I may ask?” I don’t even need to know the reason why because I know that man is sick as fuck and he’s capable of doing anything. “He said hexing you will make Victor help you, and it will draw you two closer, and when you’re close, you fall in love.” She says, and I just stare at her in awe. I’m short of words. I mean, I know that he’s manipulative, but I didn’t think he was this manipulative. Like what the actual fuck is wrong with that man? He’s like an insect you can’t ge

SOFIAI spent the ride in the limo thinking about Victor. Was I too harsh? If we were in high school, he would have probably delivered a snarky ass comment, but he didn’t; instead, he looked like a hurt puppy. Uhhh, I kinda feel bad now; maybe I shouldn’t have given him so much attitude. I was just so pissed off. I know Victor didn’t know about what happened with the witches, so maybe I shouldn’t have shoved that anger on him. Oh, I think I should apologise. That’s what I’ll do when I get back, but first I go to Mrs Hope’s house using the address that Miriam gave me. The limo finally pulls up at this tall penthouse building. It has this gothic and dark architecture that most of the houses in this kingdom have. TA dark house surrounded by cold and fog. It’s beautiful, really. The driver helps me with my door; I get down, and I thank him, and then I walk toward the building, still looking at the architecture. Dark black or charcoal exterior featuring dramatic neo-gothic elements,