My Mind Reading Gift Exposed Your Lies, My Lord
At the Blood Oath ceremony, right as my mate Alistair leaned in to kiss me, a voice suddenly echoed in my mind.
[Sex with Gene is electric. Fucking Carys is like fucking a corpse.]
It was Alistair's voice.
I stared at him in shock, only to find him still smiling at me without missing a beat.
Gene was a newborn vampire, recently turned. She was Alistair's subordinate in the North American Vampire Council.
Right now, she was clinging to her new boyfriend Silas, a low-level vamp.
A second later, Gene's voice rang in my head too.
[Silas, that filthy thin-blood, can't even afford a simple moonstone charm. He's good for fetching things and not much else. Once I dump him, I'm going to be Alistair's true mate.]
Then came the conflicted voice of the "thin-blood" she was talking about:
[The Progenitor's trial is almost over. How do I tell Gene I'm about to be crowned the Prince of the oldest vampire clan?]
How amusing.
I had unexpectedly awakened the gift of telepathy.
Even more surprising: My fiancé got his Council seat because of me. Now, everyone treats him like a king.
While the true Vampire Prince was being treated like trash.
Holding my goblet of premium vintage blood, I gracefully walked toward the thin-blood.