As I sat in my bedroom, swirling the dark red liquid in my glass, I couldn't help but grimace. Blood—disgusting, metallic, and bitter—was something I had to endure as a vampire. Even after centuries, I never quite got used to it.
I took a reluctant sip, feeling the warmth spread through my veins, giving me the strength I needed to keep going.
The events of the day weighed heavily on my mind. The press conference had been a disaster. The reporters had been relentless, their questions invasive and harsh. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was one silver lining—I had secured a contract with Elena.
It was an impulsive decision, but one I hoped would prove beneficial. Having her close to me was something I desired more than I cared to admit.
I leaned back against the headboard, the cool silk sheets beneath me doing little to ease my agitation. My thoughts were interrupted by the soft creak of my bedroom door opening. I glanced up to see one of my spies entering, his head bowed in respect.
