I'm so nervous. I'm shaking like a leaf. Sofia holds my hand. Nico stands behind me, composed and unemotional. There are several other male vampires in the room. I look at the man lying on the large table in front of me with alarm. This person is my meal. I'm suddenly not sure I can go through with it. I don't even have fangs yet. How am I supposed to bite him properly? I can't rip at his neck with my human teeth. It wouldn't be a very neat job. We all stand and wait. For My Lord, I presume. A moment later, he arrives and starts the proceedings. I must admit he disgusts me even more, if that is even possible, the second time around despite his amazing, dark good looks. He stands at the head of the table like a high priest before a sacrificial lamb. And I feel I'm the lamb, more than the poor mortal in front of us. “Please be seated,” he commands. Much to my dismay, Sofia leaves the room and I am left solely in the company of male vampires. We all sit and the table is full.
