Grace’s POV
“To the future of The Red Rogue!”
The glasses clinked, but it was barely noticeable above the music coming from the dancefloor. It wasn’t obnoxiously loud, seeing that some of the clubbers were of the supernatural (and therefore supernatural hearing) kind, but the bass did vibrate through the floor and traveled up my spine.
The marketed team had been working with Master Azrael team and together they’d made the opening night for the Red Rogue a huge success. Ok, seeing the unsuspected humans mingle, dance, and outrageously flirt with the vampires wasn’t how you normally would measure success, but for me it was. I’d been chewing my nails down to the root the few days up till opening night. Chris had been focusing on training Sara and Laura (the two oldest vampires) on how to drink from humans and make it inconspicuous. And while he deemed them ready, I still felt like a mother hen wanting to protect my chicklets.
They were my pack after all…