Chapter 79 Never Trust A Last Party

• The clinking of crystal glasses and fake laughter hadn’t yet begun when Celeste’s steps halted in front of the large gothic-style door. The cold night air seemed to seep into her bones, even though she was wearing a silk gown and a thin fur coat. Her eyes narrowed sharply toward the towering building, with its maroon stained-glass windows and stone lion statues that appeared to watch over anyone passing by.
• “Damien…” she muttered, half in doubt. “Are you sure this isn’t a vampire’s mansion?”
• The man beside her let out a small laugh, though his expression remained cold and composed. “Relax. They don’t bite… unless you offer your neck.”