She was dressed in a deep red strapless ball gown and her long, blonde hair flowed over her bare shoulders onto her upper back. She was extremely pale because of her recent draining and afflicted with dark circles under her pale golden brown eyes. She was a lovely girl and I saw the family resemblance to Jenn, but her face was void of emotion and I knew the look well. She had accepted her fate of death. The guards led her to the throne as they surrounded her, ready to strike at the first sign of threat. The incredibly heavy security was unexpected and it threw a whole new wrench into our plan to rescue her. Vincent went to stand at Avery’s side and motioned for his sister to join him, making it possible to pull off the deception of Sol and me drinking her blood. I was relieved, because otherwise, I would have been forced to drink the addicting substance or risk blowing our cover. Vincent raised his vial into the air and said, “Now, let us all partake of the precious Blood Jewel together.”
