MIRA
We walk into a room full of women, young and old. Some are way too young and some are so old that they can barely walk. But I guess Tristan just wants their blood’s abilities and nothing else matters to him.
Some of the faces seem familiar to me but however much I struggle I can’t remember their names or how I know them.
Tristan leads me confidently to the orator’s pedestal and helps me up the stairs, standing in front of the crystal that makes one’s voice louder. I notice, that right next to the crystal there is a piece of paper. Probably my speech.
I throw a careful look at Dereck and he doesn’t look happy with everything that is going on but he still nods to me reassuringly. We both know that for now, we need to go with the flow.
“Ladies, my fiancée and I are really ha
