Chained By The Ruthless Vampire Lord

as true, it was Khloe's fault that he was gone. Him and her mother. Though it was not her fault in the way they had believed it was. She knew that her father had died in the famine, less th

ed dress, velveteen, trimmed to hug her body closely, accentuating every curve there was to accentuate, emphasizing her hips and breasts. In that well lit hall, and against the backdrop of her sun brown skin, the dress sparkled like a handful of red rubies floating down a black stream. 'Cassie,' Khloe said curtly, dismissively, hoping the woman would take the hint and leave. But Cassie was Cassie and she was not having any of it. 'Who do you think Caleb would choose as his mate?' Cassie asked leaning towards Khloe and whispering conspiratorially as if she was best friends with Khloe, and they were having a good chat. But with Cassie, it was never as simple as that. She always had something up her sleeve, there was always an ulterior, self serving motive to everything she did, and everything she said. Khloe wondered what her game was this time around. Khloe just shrugged. 'Caleb does what he wants, he will choose who he wants at the end of the day.' She eyed the other woman. 'You have plans to be that person, don't you, Cassie?' Cassie just smiled a sly smile, flipped her hair—a wreath of curls that were far darker that the colour black itself—behind her, and asked, 'Don't you?' 'No. I don't, Cassie.' Khloe said firmly. She was leaning against a heavily decorated pillar, holding a glass of the reddest wine in her hand. Most guests were seated, all wearing different shades of red just like Cassie was. Caleb, the celebrant, had not yet been presented as so the crowd busied themselves with mild wine and small talk, the sort of wine that did not induce drunkenness regardless of how many glasses or flagons of it one drank. The small talk was better than the wine, far more intoxicating, for those who were enjoying theirs at least. Bouts of laughter could be heard over the soft music of the lyre and flute. Cassie's eyes watched her like a hawk's now. Khloe remained watching the crowd, pretending not to feel the other woman's gaze burning into the side of her face, but she felt it all right. Years of being watched had also taught Khloe how to b