Chapter Twenty-OneNo one bothers me as I sprint to Rose’s apartment.
Ringing the bell, I hide the gun.
The door opens, revealing Rose’s smiling face.
“Sasha.” Her makeup is extra meticulous, and her summer dress looks like it came from a trendy fashion magazine. “Please come in.”
I step in. The apartment smells like Chanel perfume, fresh flowers, and exotic tea.
Rose leads me into the living room.
Vlad is standing by the window. The sun rays falling on his skin fully dispel one prevalent vampire myth—their UV light sensitivity.
Unless he has SPF 5000 on?
“Hello, Sasha.” The corners of his pitch-black eyes crinkle with a suggestion of a smile—which then instantly disappears, leaving behind the usual brooding mask.
Lucifur raises her head from the large pillow on the couch. Her flat
