“WE HAVE TO notify the High Lord. The active members of the board. The panels. The higher-ups. The—who else?” Xanthene asks the next day.
She looks stressed beyond her age. If it wasn’t because of the smell of blood coming from her mouth, I would think that she was just starving. But no. She’s really stressed. For the first time since I have known this Vampyr female, this has got to be the most stressful she looks in her own life.
It’s also very weird to see her walking around my flat, pacing back and forth nervously as she runs a list of the things we need to do since we already confirmed that I am, indeed, carrying Prime’s child.
Ever since last night, Xanthene has been restless. There’s nothing else she can say to prevent this from happening. To even be in denial. Everyone already
