Chapter 10
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Alina
Mrs. Stayton was, just like all the other vampires I’ve had the pleasure of seeing, utterly gorgeous.
With her long blonde hair in perfect curls that reached to her lower back, neat facial structures, and an hourglass figure, she could easily give Hollywood actresses a run for their money. However, she preferred to stay out of the limelight. She wore a sky blue knee-length designer dress embroidered with real silver threads and paired it up with a silver hat. Erick didn’t have that much in common with his mother in terms of looks, except for their ice-blue eyes. She had a more delicate build and a heart-shaped face while Erick was all hard angles and sharp features.
“Nice to see you again, Mrs. Stayton. How have you been?” I greeted politely. She was, after all, a very powerful vampire of over three hundred years. Unlike popular belief, vampires weren’t immortal in the true sense of the word. They aged and died too, but very, very slowly, which is why they’re called immortal. I remembered Papa telling me once that the oldest vampire he met was around sixteen thousand years old, and he looked aroundfifty years as per human age.
“Oh, dear! Just call me Kenna! Mrs. Stayton makes me feel old,” she said and pulled me into a hug. “I’ve been well, but you undoubtedly haven’t! Look at those bags under your eyes! They—”
Erick cleared his throat to get his mother’s attention, cutting her off.
“Yes, dear?”
“Do I really have to come, Mother?” Erick whined.
“Yes! Absolutely!”Kenna exclaimed like it was the most astonishing thing she had ever heard. “Your clothes need to be fitted, too. You don’t want to get married in oversized clothing, do you? Now, be a gentleman and bring out your car. Mine had to go to the garage for some technical difficulties.”
Erick didn’t protest after that and just walked out the front door to bring over his SUV.
“You look thinner than the last time I saw you, Alina,” Kenna said and turned towards me to give me a once over, but she had an appreciative smile on her face, “but definitely even more gorgeous and elegant. You’ll be the envy of everyone at the wedding!”
I was not sure I was a fan of that possibility. It somehow made me think that jealous vampires equals bloodshed.
“Thank you, Kenna,” I said, unsure of how else to reply.
“How are you holding up, though?” She cupped my cheeks with her warm hands. “Are you alright? How’s your father?”
“I’m fine.” I lied, not wanting to dampen her mood. “Papa... He’s holding up for now.”
“You can talk to me if you want. I’m here for you.” She assured me.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to answer her this time because Erick showed up right at that moment with his sleek black SUV parked at the doorstep.
“Let’s get going!” Kenna exclaimed happily and clapped her hands in excitement.
“I’m sooo not ready for this!” I muttered under my breath and groaned. Right now, I didn’t care that any vampire within a one hundred-mile radius heard my disapproval.
Me neither, but trust me, you can’t escape my mother’s clutches that easily.
Erick’s voice rang in my head as we neared the car.
“Stop doing that!” I snapped, my eyes meeting his through the open window.
“Stop what?” Kenna looked at me with a confused expression.
“Nothing, it’s just—”
“I was just joking around, Mother. I winked at her.” Erick cut me off, smirking. And just to prove himself right, he really winked at me!
My mouth dropped open. What the! Could he come up with a lamer lie?
“Children! Come on now, we have appointments today,” Kenna said seriously and glared at Erick.
I followed her into the car and sat in the back seat with Kenna.
“Great! Now I look like your driver,” Erick groaned and started the car.
I sat silently while his mother scolded him for not being chivalrous. However, my mind was on something else entirely, something I had to discuss with Erick soon.
Why did Erick lie to his mother about communicating telepathically with me?
Just then, he looked at me through the rear-view mirror, his eyes electric in warning, and I knew something was wrong.
It was either he had done something recently, or his parents didn’t yet know what he did four years ago.
Either way, I was going to find out the truth one way or another.
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