CHAPTER EIGHT
Polly strode quickly down the corridors of Versailles, heels echoing on the marble floor, rushing down an endless corridor with soaring ceilings, moldings, marble fireplaces, enormous mirrors, and chandeliers hanging low. Everything shone.
But she barely noticed it; it was second-nature to her. Living here for years, she could hardly imagine any other form of existence.
What she did notice, though—very much—was Sam. A visitor like him was not at all a part of daily life—and, in fact, was most unusual. They hardly ever had vampire visitors, especially from another time, and when they did, Aiden never seemed to care. Sam must be very important, she realized. He intrigued her. He seemed a bit young, and he seemed to be bumble around a bit.
But there was something about him,
