Early in the morning, I was leisurely soaking in the bathtub, humming a French nursery rhyme that Bevis and I loved as children, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, lamenting the corrupt life of mingling with the vampire society and loathing that glamorous vampire who was in a fierce cold war with me, hating her deeply.
Suddenly, a woman's piercing scream echoed from the hallway, "Ah—"
It was clear she was terrified. If even a vampire was scared, how horrifying must it be?
The tune I was humming abruptly stopped. A scream of fear this early in the morning was definitely not a good omen. I quickly wrapped myself in a bathrobe and stepped out of the bathroom. Seeing the bed in the bedroom, I felt a chill in my heart.
The corner of my lips curled into a self-mocking smile. The "Princess" of the Marcus Syndicate had turned into a scorned and resentful woman. If word got out, people would surely laugh their heads off!
