Vampires, in all their self-important grandeur, had one golden rule: showing emotion was for peasants. To them, wearing your heart on your sleeve was as crude as eating with your hands.
They floated through life with an air of untouchable grace, maintaining decorum even when forced to interact with less… refined creatures.
Then there was Riona. Half-werewolf, half-vampire, and 100% allergic to subtlety. She liked to blame it on her 'hot-blooded' werewolf side—even though she had only learned about it a few seconds ago—as if that excused her from having zero poker face.
But honestly, whether vampire or werewolf, Riona had always been incapable of concealing her emotions. It was simply who she was.
When Riona heard the news about her parents—and the shocking nature of their deaths—staying calm was out of the question. Her eyes widened, her voice faltered, and she could barely form a coherent sentence.
