I stared at the woman who insulted me, shocked that she even dared to say that when she had to be aware I was the prince’s pet. Anyone who insulted me insulted him, and Dorian was clear he wouldn’t stand for it.
Maybe that’s why I found the backbone to say, “Why can’t I be here?”
My response prompted her to raise a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “I’m Olivia,” she declared, like her name should have meant something to me. “My master is the Vampire Prince. He won’t allow a pet like you to remain at the banquet once he sees you.”
I blinked a few times to ensure that I heard her correctly. I hadn’t seen her since I arrived at the palace. To my knowledge, I was the prince’s first pet, so was there another prince? Did Dorian have a brother?
“You should go,” Olivia said. “You aren’t welcome here.
