“It’s the bloody ball!” Francesca practically squealed, her excitement bubbling over. “Oh, Crystal, it’s gonna be so much fun. And bloody, obviously.”
“Uh, the what ball?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “What kind of s**t goes down at a ‘bloody ball’?”
“It’s this annual thing where vampires from all the clans get together to hang out, mingle, and…” she wiggled her eyebrows, “…find their mates.”
I blinked at her, completely weirded out. “Wow. Sounds like a blast,” I deadpanned, earning a loud laugh from her.
She kept going, way too hyped for my liking. Apparently, the whole point of the ball was to promote peace among the clans—basically some vampire version of speed dating, but bloodier. Great. Just great.
“Yeah, no thanks,” I said, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. “That doesn
