*Lena*
Black double doors made of iron opened wide as the vampire guard pushed me into the dining hall.
My toes curled as the smell of blood hit me, and I closed my eyes, hanging my head to stop myself from gazing upon whatever bloody sight lay before me.
I heard the doors close behind me, locking shut. Heat rippled over my skin, and the roaring of a massive fire thundered in my ears.
“Open your eyes,” came a rich male voice that echoed through the hall.
My lashes fluttered as I opened my eyes and stared down at my feet, trying to get a sense of the room and the ageless vampire who was seated yards away, commanding me.
When I finally had the courage to look forward, I wasn’t overcome with shock like I had been when I first gazed upon Narcissa. There was no metallic taste and feel of ancient magic, and no intense, unearthly pull like the one that made it hard for me to tear my eyes away from her translucent skin and silver hair.