Chapter 36: Banquet for the Weapon

She stares at her reflection, hand tracing over the snowflake mark from the vampire’s kiss on her bare shoulder.

After their love making, Leila had showered and changed for the ball. She wears a light purple dress, the same amethyst tone as Ezra’s eyes, that drapes to the to marble floor with a bedazzled sweetheart neckline. The lack of sleeves forces a small frown from her, but she does nothing to resolve the minor annoyance.

Leila runs a hand through her locks as a knock comes to the bedroom door and opens, revealing Ezra dressed in all black with his trench coat hiding most of his form. He holds a gloved hand out and replies smoothly with a smirk, “My lady.”

Her cheeks redden, but she takes his extended appendage, stumbling slightly in her heels, a swear leaving her lips. He chuckles, keeping her from falling and questions lightly with a kiss to her forehead, “Are you ready?”

She nods shyly. “Yeah.”