Arabella's POV
The carriage came to a smooth halt in front of an enormous estate, its towering structure illuminated by the soft golden glow of lanterns lining the entrance. Elegant figures in lavish gowns and dark, tailored suits moved gracefully toward the grand double doors, their faces hidden behind intricately designed masks.
The air was thick with something unspoken, something thrillingly dangerous.
I inhaled deeply, feeling the corset press against my ribs. The gown was stunning but horribly uncomfortable, squeezing my waist to the point where I could barely breathe. But the suffocating feeling wasn't just from the dress.
This was it.
I was about to walk into a den of vampires.
Before we could step out of the carriage, I reached for the perfume bottle, spraying another layer o
