Meanwhile….
Hayley standing alone within the crowd of guests. She wasn't engaging with anyone, wasn't even pretending to be interested in the polite chatter happening all around her.
Instead, she kept taking glasses of wine from passing servants. One after another.
The wine was good, and smooth. But she wasn't drinking it for the taste. She was drinking because she needed something to dull the storm building inside her chest.
At first there was this lingering jealousy from earlier. From how Ethan had mostly engaged just Isabella at the party.
She hated that she felt it and hated that it was there at all.
And then there was the anger.
The white-haired vampire, Andrea. A princess who had attacked and nearly killed them was here, walking freely through this gathering like nothing had happened.
Hayley's thoughts blurred together and the alcohol wasn't helping. It was making everything louder.
