Since this was a formal undead gathering, there would be food—all kinds—drinks, dancing, and festivities, while those in power pondered whether or not to slaughter half the people around them. In other words, like a high-school prom.

Some things are worth the cost of their consequences.

Wrong way, Bones. The men's showers are in the opposite direction." I'll file that away with all the other information that doesn't pertain to me" was Bones' mocking reply.

Does no one think to warn people before they meet me?" Vlad muttered, shooting an irritable look at Mencheres.

If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.

Don't squander what you have. If you do, you'll spend the rest of your days regretting it.

He was also handsome in a too-pretty way that made me think with less muscles, a wig, and some makeup, he'd look great in a dress. Vlad's scowl vanished into a smile as the brunet's gaze swung in my direction as though he'd somehow heard that. "Looks as though she's put you in your place as well, Bones," Vlad drawled.