*Yasmin*
I took a deep breath as I looked at myself in the floor length mirror. Drex really had out done himself. I never did blame him for siding with the Master, Sven. God, I still could not get used to calling him by his name. I knew all too well the hold of a sire over their creations, so I could even understand why he would have thought it possible that I could have been the mole, although I was happy that now everyone seemed to understand that I would never help Antonio. In fact, if it wasn’t for the pain I had heard a vampire felt when their sire died, I would have killed him myself a long time ago.
“You look beautiful.” Frankie croaked out from behind me, my head turning to watch as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue, worried her makeup would run and she would have to reapply it,
