|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
"Hello," I greeted as we had secluded to the tiled verandah, with—Fashire's mother—inside Paloma's body, leaning against one of the pillars.
She crossed her arms and stared fixedly at me. She wasn't much taller than I was, but with the slight arch of her back and neck, she seemed used to an even 'taller' figure.
It disturbed me to even think about it, but her piercing eyes were interesting.
She silently studied me, trying to figure me out and when we stood long enough in the still quiet, the last of the guests trailed into the hall and the doors closed shut. There were a number of other presences in the vicinity, but it seemed the King wouldn't wait for the rest.
As she wasn't saying anything, I decided to start the conversation. I couldn't be wrong, especially with Fashire's reaction. And from her body language, it seemed as if she wondered why a human she couldn't place was talking to her… if that was what I was in the first place.