Eve didn't know how this happened. One moment she had been safe, where Lady Annalise despised her presence in the mansion, and the next moment she was ordered to attend the ball.
"Master Vincent, please," Eve pleaded with him because she had never attended a ball, less a ball hosted by the family of night creatures.
Vincent stared at her, "Something the matter? Unless you have suddenly acquired a sense of fear towards my kind," he hit the bull's eye.
"It's not that," Eve denied, and her words caught Vincent's curiosity.
"What is it then?" His cold coppery eyes stared right into hers. When Eve took a second more than the response time he expected from her, he said, "You should be happy that the woman decided to invite you. Word has it that my dearest mother has decided to not complain about you for the next few months because of some sort of agreement. These are your days of peace, Miss Barlow. Yet here you are worried."
