Joanne’s POV
The palace glittered beneath the silver glow of the moon. Lanterns carved with delicate crescent patterns floated in the air, shedding soft light that shimmered off marble pillars. The gardens had been transformed into a dreamscape of silver and sapphire, vines wound with fairy lights, fountains spelling crystal water that caught the moon’s reflection through the moonroof.
Tonight was the Moonlit Masque, the most celebrated vampire ball of the season. Every noble vampire in the realm attended, cloaked in silk and velvet, their faces hidden behind their masks, which were fashioned like stars and shadows.
And I had to walk among them, pretending I was one of them. Pretending I wasn’t a werewolf in disguise.
Mary had laced me into a gown of midnight blue, the skirt whisper
