Everything was ready for the ritual as it was a special day and the birthday of the late Lord Galieotas, who was the father of Lord Valitas. Every little corner of the giantess ship was decorated to be perfectly macabre.
Angela’s slender fingers held the crystal chalice with grace, the dark red wine inside catching the candlelight and giving her the feeling that she was drinking real blood.
She found the thought amusing as she blew the ink dry on the contract before her. Not a second of preparation had gone to waste planning the evening"s events.
They had set the stage for the main event in the big black hall, where every small detail had been planned over and over in her head for days, from the black velvet curtains to the colour and style of the candles, but there were some unique dec
