Crimson Court's grand banquet h

ng delicate crystal flutes of blood wine. The air hummed with

double doo

ng off her frame like a potato sack. It was a brutal contrast to the

onto the marble floor,

ocrats stared, their eyes wide with shock and burning

oung, eager male vampires. She wore a stunning white gown covered i

A dark, calculating gle

ng silver tray. She plastered a gentle, forgiving smile on her face

r approach. She calc

in front of her, Genevie

le pillar behind her. The impact produced a lo

dramatic, high-pit

glass, stopped in mid-air. Her perfect s

wn shoulder, rubbing it

half the room to hear. "A useless cripple like me doesn't deserve such f

single word. It was the exact, pa

ir mouths behind their feather fans, their

ide her head, her system screamed. Her favorability points were dr

he took a step forward and reached out to grab Genevieve

like she had been

m away. The motion was so e

lished floor. She landed hard on her side. She grabbed her own wrist, cu

abruptly sto

e eye locked onto Rosalie, who stood over Gen

Tears instantly we

Rosalie stuttered, her voice cra

gap, his face like a thundercloud. He stopped a

ng for Lord Marcus to scream

dn't even look at Rosalie. He snapped h

Lord Marcus o

forward and pulled G

ne of the servants. She looked at

ieve whispered weakly. "It's my faul

ught Genevieve had lost her mind; the other half thought she was a pathetic joke

This public humiliation was d

dragged her out of the hall, pulling h

hipped Genevieve's h

go of her arm. H

w you into the Academy's rules to grind you down," L

abric of her ugly black dress between her fin

her blank face and m

classes, and you will act as Rosalie's personal bodyguard. If she makes a single mistake or suffers any

. That was the exact location where the pr

ped her

his time. "I can't. The sunlight outside the Court... the

expression t

dly. "Or I will cut off yo

lip hard. She lowered he

Marcus,"

her eyes. If she had to go to the Academy, she would drag her trash persona all th