#mmmh

So Mira swirled her champagne flute and bidded her time, they’d show, surely.

Or one would, and Mira could deal with at least one vampire tonight.

It was some sort of charity event from her understanding, donations coming down from several companies that were high in Seoul’s social circles. Charitable definitely but Mira expected alternative motives. As most of the people she’d had the displeasure of speaking to tonight seemed to be more concerned with flaunting their business ventures than giving credit to the purpose of the event.

Mira shifted, making sure her weapon was still concealed against the outside of her thigh. The dress she chose was suited to hide her legs with that in mind. She couldn’t exactly stride in here with her Gok-do.

She was making another slow circle of the room, eyes scanning the faces and found herself setting her empty champagne glass on a tray when she spotted—there, on the second floor, leaned leisurely on the railing was an unmistakable purple. Weaved into a long, elegant braid that fell center against a dress that dipped infuriatingly low to expose sculpted back muscles.

The dazzling light of the extravagant chandelier overhead made it even worse, but it was her. Mira had no doubt.

Ryu Rumi.

And saddled up against her side, shorter, a lush red button up with shimmering translucent black sleeves. Dark, wavy hair spilling down her back.

Choi Zoey.

They were both here, two for one, and standing concerningly close? Typically vampires aren’t this chummy which is strange, Mira often found them drastically vain over any a squick that involved another of their monstrous kind. They liked to keep what was theirs to themselves.

She’d been hoping to play with their arrogance for one another, use it to kill both.

Wait—hold on.

Did one of her contacts fall out? Was Mira seeing things? Watching as Zoey leaned in close against Rumi’s neck, way too close to be remotely friendly, her lips moving as she whispered something delicately into her skin.

Rumi seemed to respond, tilting her chin up just as bit. Then Mira watched as she turned, facing the lower floor, one of her hands slipping down against Zoey’s hip, moving her right along with her, Zoey didn’t fight it, so they were both facing the same way, leaned against the railing.

They’re—this wasn’t in the file. Was Celine trying to set her up? Had she not been aware?

In her shock Mira didn’t feel it until seconds later. Two sets of eyes had landed solely on her.

The buzz and weight of their gazes curl into her skin. Mira took a slow step back. They were aware of her, they’d been watching her? Zoey’s crooked little smirk gave Mira a clear enough picture. She looked far too pleased with herself.

Why were they still staring? Mira felt a bead of sweat slide down the back of her neck, she’d hunted vampires before, but they way these two were looking at her…was this some kind of intimidation ritual? What was their angle?

Rumi lifted her free hand, not resting heavily on Zoey’s hip and wiggled her fingers lightly in greeting. Predator announcing itself to prey. Her smile was downright dangerous, sending a concerningly hot bolt of heat directly into Mira’s stomach.

A game it was then.