"Haha... Thirteen years ago, I was just a middle school girl. By age, I should probably call you 'auntie,' shouldn't I? Oh, by the way, are we considered love rivals now?" I glanced at Baron.
"Emory, don't jump to conclusions. Erira is already married." Baron took two cocktails from the waiter's tray, handing one to me. "Erira has been living in Venice. Her husband is Chris, an important figure in the vampire leadership of the Apennine Peninsula."
Chris?!
Wasn't that the handsome vampire I'd killed after he stole the magic orb?
Remembering the depraved scene in that mask shop when Chris died, I couldn't help but laugh. Who would've thought that vampire was married?
Vampire marriages were just a formality—under their laws, little more than a recognition of "sanctioned cohabitants."
"Chris was an incredibly charming, naturally handsome man. We shared drinks once!" I swirled my cocktail, recalling the moment I killed him and the woman sprawled on the table. So satisfying.
