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Tonight was the night he was going to try and test this woman and if finds a reaction or anything, he’s decided to keep the act going. “Good evening,” he smiled at Sei, tapping the seat beside him. Rojean’s eyebrows furrowed before taking a seat beside him but at least a person apart. ‘Maybe he just looks really intimidating, what do you call it? A resting bitch face?’ she swore if he had an expressionless face on, she wouldn’t or could not tell if she was mad or his face was just like that. “Aww, distant again. That’s too bad.” he pretended to pout before taking the bottle of wine and pouring some on her glass. “How are you, Sei?”

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The grape vines were the raw material for the next season's wine-making, and Kash Pearson, the manor owner, changed his face. "Who are you? How did you break in?" Joanna rubbed her broken foot with red eyes. She looked at Jeffrey, choking and unable to speak. Jeffrey frowned and helped Joanna up. His tone wasn't good. "Sorry for that. Please forgive her, Kash." The words made Kash even angrier, his eyes staring dead at Joanna behind Jeffrey, sneering. "Sorry? Fine. Let her set up all these grape vines, and I'll forgive her." Joanna tugged at Jeffrey's coat corner, still not daring to look.

I said again. Alaric tilted his head, his eyes locked on me like a predator snaring prey. "Are you jealous, Ravina?" My heart pounded in my chest. "No." He took another inch forward. I took a step back. A twist of his lips. "I think you are." I held firm, tilting my chin up in refusal to be beaten. "You're wrong." His golden eyes appeared to obscure. "Am I?". I could sense the heat of his body, his presence choking but addictive at the same time.

Fear always causes miscalculation. In the quiet moments, when Ravena left to “check her traps,” I’d gather what I could from the small tree and tuck the leaves into my makeshift pouch, an old cloth torn from the attic curtains. The fruit’s bitter tang lingered on my tongue, and though my body trembled with weakness, I could feel a flicker of strength, slow but growing. This Lunaris Blossom is a body tempering fruit my mother showed me in a dream. It looks unremarkable and I'm sure anyone who sees it thinks that it's inedible and possibly.. poisonous. Not knowing just how rare this fruit is.

Impressive. However the Wine of Oath was any Luna's least favourite part of the ceremony. Because if the wine itself. It is essentially freshly squeezed saperavi, the harshest, tannest, and most acidic grape ever in all of . It was one of the most bitter wines at thirty years old, and at a year old?, wine makers barely the a sip to only test the quality, and even then, it's not edible. The freshly squeezed saperavi? A poison in the list bitter coat.

I forced myself to look away, refusing to eat. “What’s wrong, little omega?” a familiar voice drawled. My heart leapt into my throat. Riven sauntered over, his dark hair falling over his lazy green eyes, that crooked grin on his lips. Without waiting for permission, he pulled out the empty chair and sat down, leaning back casually as he spread his arms over the seat’s edges. “Riven…” I whispered, my voice tight. “Please… go away.” “Mm, no,” he hummed, reaching for a plump grape and popping it into his mouth. He sucked the juice off his thumb slowly, watching me with half-lidded eyes. “I’m quite enjoying myself here.”

Larkin and said, “Rivena wanted that particular bottle because she likes its taste. Now do you have any wine that tastes similar?” Mr. Larkin rubbed his chin, pondering, “Well…the wine that Luna Rivena requested is light-bodied and bright, with a rich flavor of raspberry and cinnamon. I think I have a similar barrel in storage, but we haven’t bottled it yet…” “Can you bottle it tonight?” Damien asked. “We can but that will put you behind the Lycan—” “Do not worry about the competition for now,” Damien said calmly. “Rivena deserves a wine that she likes at her wedding.”

She pulled the phone out of her purse and answered. "Hello?" "Miss Musso, a pleasure. I need my special order," said a male voice on the other line. "What a pushy customer," she thought. "A special order? What, size forty-five or something?" she asked sarcastically. Hearing this, Romero glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "I’m not talking about fabrics," the man responded angrily. "Then what are you talking about?" she asked, thinking this was some kind of prank. "Organs."

Everything happened so fast, the spraying, then came the screaming. Chris looks at her in awe and asks her what's happening. She says her arm hurts, she touches the same place where the vervain touched her. Chris is confused as to what to do. So I stand from the stool acting like I'm concerned I spin her around. And there it is, they were right. Rene is a vampire, I can see her fangs, and the worst part; her eyes are blood red. I look at Rene with my jaw dropped and she's looking at me with her jaw dropped too. I think the pain has worn off.