Ginevra
“Still trying to cover up my mark?”
I do my best to ignore Ruggerio leaning to my ear, whispering huskily.
“How is it? Let me see.”
He lifts his hand about to caress my hair off my shoulder as I slap away his hand and stare at him irritated. “Don’t you dare to touch me!”
“Oh, she talks. How lovely.” I tsk, shaking my head.
“You scarred me! What are you, a vampire?”
He takes a sip from his glass before stating nonchalantly, “You would be dried out by now if I were.” I shudder and turn away from him in the hopes of being able to hide it.
How is that even hot?!
We are currently standing in the private house of some rich guy, I didn’t even get what he makes his money with. He invited my family and a lot of other people screaming old money to a private gathering.
And how love
