[ Back at the Party ]
Laughter, howls, metal clinking and rowdy drunken chants… it was like being trapped in a cage with every primal instinct screaming.
Kieran thoroughly hated this.
He set the goblet down with a thunk, eyes narrowing at nothing in particular.
Lyla sat on one of the couches as he stood at the corner, downing his third drink in the row.
But nothing helped. He was still stuck… in those emeralds and red… his thoughts were starting to get too disoriented. He looked up at the clock. It was hardly nine. He still had three more hours to kill, before the clock struck midnight.
That was when the after party would begin. And that would be his cue to sneak out of the Bloodfang perimeters. Till then, he had to blend in, without getting into any confrontation.
Just shake hands, nod, smile… all of which Kieran failed to do thoroughly.
