{IRIS}
I stood there long after he was gone, my thoughts spiraling.
So what if Caroline went?
She was Lord Val's human blood bank, so no harm would befall her as long as Lord Val was there.
And me?
Why would I go?
I told myself it didn't matter. That it was none of my concern.
But worry gnawed at me all the same.
Not jealousy.
Worry.
I hated her. Or at least, I told myself I did. I resented her for catching Lord Val's attention. For being his blood bank. For being chosen. For being useful to him.
But I did not want harm to come to her.
What was she thinking?
Why would she willingly step into a den of fangs and danger?
Was it because Lord Val had insisted she attend?
It wasn't like him to make such demands—but then again… my thoughts drifted back to his mansion. To the women dresses in the closet, human girls who had wandered into his territory and never returned.
