Rainie's POV
I slept very lightly that night, with scenes from last year's Christmas in my hometown constantly replaying in my mind.
I remembered standing with my father in the city center square, listening to the reportedly 300-year-old giant clock strike, and then witnessing a magnificent display of fireworks bursting across the sky as soon as the clock's chimes subsided.
It was the longing for Christmas that flowed through the veins of every member of the BLUE BLOOD PACK.
But what about this year? During the times I used to be with my father, I'm now entangled with this man.
While everyone else is celebrating, I'm alone in this luxurious cage waiting for Santa Claus.
He even said that maybe he would let me go next year?
I woke up and fell asleep multiple times that night. The nex
