Luna's heels clicked against the polished floor, her laughter curling through the strange, heavy silence that had descended over The Black Swan.
"Ignore them," she said, tossing her hair back like she was queen of the universe—which, in this room, she very well might have been. "They'll get over themselves eventually. Predators always stare when they sense something they don't understand. The trick is to look so dazzlingly bored that they feel ridiculous for gawking."
Samantha raised a brow, tugging Marcus's sleeve to keep him from growling too loudly at a group of vampires who hadn't blinked since they walked in.
Callum, predictably, was stone-faced but standing in front of them as though every being in the room was already a threat.
Luna waved an impatient hand. "Come now. Sit, drink, laugh. The world will still be waiting to devour you in the morning. Tonight is mine."
