As the evening sun cast a golden glow through the bathroom window, Trevor dipped in the luxurious bathtub, a glass of velvety red wine in hand. Beside him lay a vampire woman, her head nestled on his chest.
"Sire, I have a report to make." Trevor gave the glass of wine to the woman beside him.
"I'll be back," he whispered in her ears and the woman giggled. His servant handed him a robe, and he got out of the bathtub.
"What is it?" Trevor asked when they arrived at his room. The servant kneeled on the floor and bowed his head.
"Young master Darryl has relinquished his right to participate in the selection," his servant said.
"What?!" Trevor shouted in surprise.
"The news has spread all over the clan, sire. He has forfeited, and it seemed like his werewolf lover was involved with
