(Northern Region- New Atlantic City)
(Lucky's Tavern)
Mary's fingers beneath the table curled up into a tight fist as she watched the conversation play out.
The high-born vampire seemed to quickly tire of the lack of response from the other patrons in the room.
He pursed his lips together and began to walk around the room from table to table with his bodyguards following closely behind him.
Searching for victims…
The flowery tuxedo that he wore looked utterly ridiculous and Mary was glad that the mask on her face concealed her facial features.
She could not take the high-born vampire seriously since he was strutting about like a king, but his movements resembled that of an arrogant peacock.
Camilla continued to sip her wine as if what was happening in the tavern was unrelated to her.
