The sound of high heels gradually faded away, and the terrifying silence returned outside the door.
Staring at the narrow window, a surge of simmering rage welled up inside me. After all the trouble I, the great Margie, went through to find the most handsome vampire in the world, was I simply going to hand him over to someone else? Abandon everything because of a damn curse and a wasted cup of blood?
Disrupting Lionel's wedding was my greatest motivation for escaping.
I had to get out of this damned place. Lionel was mine! As long as I could step through this door, there was hope of breaking the curse.
I steadied my mind, standing behind the door, watching the reflection in the enchanted ice mirror as I manipulated the password keypad. After trying over a hundred combinations, I finally heard a "ding"—the password was accepted.
Every nerve in my body was tense, my legs trembling uncontrollably, utterly drained from exhaustion.
