|NOVEL UNDER RECONSTRUCTION. DO NOT READ YET| "It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway." Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has been long abolished... for the most part. The two races now live in different regions and keep to themselves. But when Hiln falls on hard times, she masks as a lower ranking vamp and finds herself working within the castle walls of the highest ranking vampire nobles. Things seem to go well until Hiln unknowingly catches the attention of one of these Lords. And nothing will prepare her for the desire and chaos that is to follow. DISACLAIMER: The cover art doesn't belong to me
¬ HILN
The cup tilted and slipped from my slackened grasp, but before the hot liquid could stain my dress and scald my skin, Effer pointed a finger in my direction and I flinched, snapping out of my reverie as the liquid returned to the cup and it straightened right back into my hand.
Just like the rewinding of a clock.
How had she done that?
Maybelle promptly took the cup from my tight grasp and placed it daintily on the table.
"Be careful," she cautioned with a light frown.
"My mother… here?" I whispered, glancing between the two draconians.