It’s his party and he isn’t bad looking at all, but somehow his uninvited guest is getting all the attention.
And you don’t even know the host’s real name.
He glares at Ziros.
“Aright,” he says coldly, making you shiver. “Final round. I’m getting bored, so let’s spice it up. If you can survive this, you can have the yacht for the night.”
“Survive?” You repeat, grimacing between him and Ziros.
That can’t be good.
Maybe you should call this whole thing off—
But Ziros just laughs, sitting lazily back down at the table. “Fine.Bring it, pretty boy.”
The servers carry out two more bottles, and Ziros picks up his fresh glass with a grin
“Finally,” he says approvingly, taking a swig. “You’ve got out the good stuff.”
You watch with concern as Ziros and the blond vampire continue to drink amounts no human could. This definitely is not responsible consumption of alcohol, but neither of them seem particularly affected.
Until—
The blond guy stands…and stumbles, sliding to his knees on the ground. He gags, looking suddenly very ill. Like he’s going to throw up.
Oh, man. Poor dude.
Apparently even vampires have their limits. Maybe Ziros only managed to stay standing because he had practice surviving in that draining void all these years.
He’s strong, and not just in terms of magical alcohol tolerance. You glance at his chiseled abs and toned arms, a blush heating your face.
“Alright,” the blond guy chokes out with a glare at Ziros as two other guests help him back to his feet. “Fine. You won this time.”
He glances at you as he regains himself.
“I’m a man of my word, so you’ll get your prize. But if you ever want to be mine—” He hiccups, still looking rather queasy for a moment before regaining himself. His eyes flash red. “Well, suffice to say, I can make the experience mostenjoyablefor both of us.”
When you were only just seconds away from hurling is probably not the best time to proposition someone, but kudos to him for shooting his shot?
Ziros glares, stepping protectively in front of you.
“Come on, ladies,” the blond says as three women surround him. “There’s no better cure for a hangover than fresh blood.”
Fresh blood?Wow. So he really is a vampire.
Wait.
Does that mean everybody here knows?!
You glance at Corrine to see if she caught that, but she’s busy filling up her already-towering snack plate with more food at the table a few yards away.
Suddenly you feel like the last person on the planet who didn’t know this was a thing. You’d always thought vampires were just fiction.
And—how did Corrine even get an invite to a swanky party like this, anyway?
“Finally,” Ziros mutters, leaning on the table with a groan as the blond vampire disappears back inside. “I thought he’d never leave.”
And there’s a slightly dazed look on his face.
