My Midnight Moonlight Valentine (My Midnight Moonlight Valentine 1)

“Yes, it is the best I could do on short notice. No one told me it was a costume ball.” She brushed her hand over her clothes. If this was the best she could do with short notice, what would she do if she had enough notice? Make a crown and ten-foot train?

“I see you went for a Greek goddess, Druella, how beautiful and appropriate seeing as who your mate is.” Taelon smiled and glanced over to Theseus, who stood somewhat bored.

He was much more stoic and uptight with company around. The playfulness in him was completely gone. “English evening tails? I would not have guessed that would be your choice.”

“Our host failed to inform us about this evening’s events. We all made do with what we could,” Theseus replied, leading me inside the elevator.

“Yes, Mikhail isn’t my favorite brother. The fact that I’m here at all is something, let alone with guests,” Taelon grumbled, making space for me and my dress, and the doors closed in front of us.

“If it is his 500th birthday, how old are you?” I knew he had given me the time period he was from, but I had very little knowledge of Japan outside of anime. Oh God, don’t say that aloud, Druella; they will laugh in your face.

“I will be 459 in a month.” Taelon shook his head as if he couldn’t believe it.

I glanced over at Lucy, who was still messing with her clothes, adjusting and pulling, not at all paying attention. She was nervous.

I leaned over, grinning as I asked, “Don’t you think he is a little old for you?”

That caught her attention quickly. “Says the woman whose mate is around the same age as Taelon’s father.”

“I am not mated yet.” I shrugged my shoulders and could feel Theseus take in air beside me, restraining himself from speaking.

“Yes, is that why you two are sharing a room?” she posed back to me.

“It was the only one offered.”

“You did not even bother asking.” She said as if she’d won. “Taelon would have given you one.”

“Fine, since you’re my guest, we should be together.” I grinned.

“You are welcome to come stay with us,” Taelon cut in, causing Theseus to growl, and both Lucy and I turned back to stare at him.

“Is she, now?” Lucy asked with a dark tone.

Taelon’s eyes widened in realization. “I only meant—”

“…to create harem?” I asked him, doing my best to keep a serious face.

“That is what it sounded like, isn’t it?” Lucy’s head twisted to the side, watching him. Nervous laughter escaped him as he looked at Theseus, who, wisely kept his face forward as if no one else were beside him.

Taelon just smiled at her. “Love.”

“Hmmh,” she grumbled.

I turned around, quickly pressing my lips closed and trying not to laugh. Theseus’s grey eyes shifted toward me suspiciously. But this time, I wisely kept facing forward, waiting as we reached the level that said B. But it wasn’t the basement; we were going up not down. When the doors opened, it was extravagant and luxurious. The ballroom looked like it had been stolen, plucked from a palace in Europe. It had wood flooring, and the walls were painted with imagines of all sorts of people, no—vampires, dressed in traditional, flowing robes. I saw the work perfectly under the cascading light of the crystal chandeliers above them. But it was the ceiling, the glass that all the stars reflect in it, twinkling. They shot through the sky, telling everyone that saw it, that it was not just by coincidence but by design. I could stare at the décor for hours; however, the moment Theseus took my arm, leading me forward, I realized the walls and the mirrors of stars were not the most interesting thing inside the room.

I felt their stares.

Over a hundred vampires all watched as we stepped from the elevators to the grand staircase. We were on the upper level, allowing us to notice everything before them. And though I knew I wasn’t going to trip, I held Theseus’s arms tighter. The voices surrounded me, and they didn’t care that I could hear them.

“So, that is the Princes of Night’s mate?”

“Who is she? Do we know her family?”

“I heard she was only reborn a year ago.’

“So young.”

“So beautiful.”