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Surprise, surprise, her entire wardrobe consisted of black clothing, yet another thing she was going to have to learn to live with: the vampire aesthetic of never changing into anything that went above dark grey. Not that anything was below her own personal taste. Eve didnât know who picked all of this out but at least they rightly assumed the teen would prefer comfort over all else. A dark and lovely silk dress that fit her just right was chosen for the event; smooth as a whisper with a silver chain belt. A scarf she kept from her mother after they first escaped Antigen was wrapped around her shoulders. It at least covered the straps that seemed a tad too thin for her liking. Even with the (she was loathed to it but knew it was necessary) protection of Semira and the knowledge she could level the mansion and take half the inhabitants with her; the girl was very nervous. A gathering of vampires who would judge her in every way for circumstances that were far beyond her control. Wonderful. Would she be expected to talk at all? How was she suppose to hold her tounge if any of them tried to bring up her mother? What if one of them tried to trick her into revealing what she truly thought of Semira? What-
Knock! Knock!
Vargaâs voice on the other side of the heavy door soothed her nerves somewhat. She couldnât quite place why but something about him made her more willing to cooperate in this hellhole. Right-hand to Semira he may be but the girl was quick to notice the way he looked at the older woman when she turned her back. He was the only one to look at her with something akin to pity while she mourned her mother. The more he spoke the more her mouth started to gape. Was he serious?! Fixing herself up quickly she undid the lock on her door (another surprise) and finally let herself be seen by another living being in this castle. Varga stood before her all business-as-usual and with the same bored expression on his face. Like this entire world owed him for just doing anything. To Eve he was incredibly interesting.
âAnd what would you gain from it? Wouldnât ruining an alliance weaken the coven you sworn to protect? Would she honestly let you or I off so easily?â Eve asked him at once. Was a brief feeling of sympathy for some bastard hybrid girl what this was all about? Vampires shared many things and one of those traits was a knack for ulterior motives.
The corners of Vargaâs lips turned up for the briefest of seconds, but softened again as he continued.Â
âNothing I have planned would ruin the alliance. Iâve met these vampires, theyâre much more relaxed than our society. Most likely because theyâve never been introduced in such a structure before. If anything might ruin the alliance, it would be Semiraâs reaction to whatâs in store for her. She might become angry and lash out, or she may keep her cool and play it off as nothing. Either way, if she decides to truly cause a scene and turn off the Americans by her vicious behavior, then that would technically be her fault, wouldnât it?â he suggested. âAnd besides, any alliance Semira makes isnât your concern. You have every right to wish for any endeavor she makes to fail. As for what I have to gain, letâs just say that youâre not the only one who is angry over what Semira has done. Again, I canât do much to her, but if I can do something, even if small, and especially if it brings enjoyment to anyone Semira has slighted, I will do it if I know I can get away with it.â His lips turned up in a slight smirk again. âYou donât need to worry about me either. I know her and I know which lines not to cross that would get me killed. What Iâve planned if she discovers my hand was behind it might get me.... maimed, at most.â he assured her.Â


















