But now… with seven to eight light bulbs around, the little kid could not see him at all. He really wished he could throw this group of people back home.
"Shh. Are you the storyteller or am I?" Hadeon chided Mallory gently, fixing her with a playful glare. "So, the vampire and the princess enjoy their time at the ball, and all seems well until the next morning—when the princess is found dead, and a pair of fangs are left behind at the scene of the crime."