THE MEETING was absolutely boring. I had no idea about all the things they mentioned, the jokes, and even the small talk they tried to get out of me. I was just a statue, sitting right next to Xanthene while another higher-up Vampyr who had been assigned to temporarily sit as the diplomat to change the previous one talked about politics to Prime.
Prime, who, since the first time I showed up in the designated building meant to be on neutral ground in between the Vampyr's land and the Wolf nation, had not spared a glance towards my way. Even for a second.
I was expecting a smile, a recognition, hell, even just a nod from his head, but he had not been giving me any of that. It felt like he was ignoring me. I convinced myself that I did not dress up for him. I did not put much perfume to a
