Anastasia's POV
Going down the stairs seems to take forever, but at the same time, it only takes a second. Down there my parents introduce me to their friends, but it is the son of the friends that interests me the most. At first, he seems kind of cold - the kind I've experienced with Abraxas. I shiver without noticing it, but Aron does. He put his arms around me, whispering if I'm okay? I give a slight nod, while my eyes meet Damien's. Mine are guarded and his are curious.
My parents move our party into the sitting room, where they hand out glasses of bubbles to everyone - in mine there is sprite instead of champagne but the glass is the same. I can't help but smile at the ways they are trying to include me.
The staff has made small appetizers, which are delicious. The talk
