Bound

Chapter 24 - Benjamin

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Skylar

It was quarter past eight, and I was making my way through the large castle, arm hooked through Dmitri's. We are exiting a large archway, butlers positioned on either side with trays of champagne. We pause as Dmitri takes a glass and hands it to me before taking one for himself. I may need this, I think to myself, squaring my shoulders and holding my head high as if going into battle. I can do this.

Entering the area, I can see groups of people standing around tables that scatter the beautifully manicured law. A band is playing classical music on a small stage off to the side. Butlers are walking around serving entrees, and there is a huge table a little way off to the side filled with various snacks. Some of it I don't even recognize, posh shit that posh people eat. My stomach grumbles, and I look up at Dmitri, hoping his super hearing is tuned into something other than my body's noises—no such luck.

"Let's get you something to eat," he says without looking at me, a slight smirk on his face. I look away, smiling.

We weave past people. Well, not people, beings. It seems like the different beings or races don't really mix. There is a group on one side made up of really bulky men and muscular women. All gorgeous. Not one of them has even a pimple. It's bizarre. That must be the werewolf and Lycan group. The very pasty people slightly off to the side must be the vampires. Not as big as the werewolves and Lycans, muscular but leaner. They fit the fiction books I've read to a T except for the eyes, which are black and not red as in some novels.

There are then various other smaller groups, who I assume to be the witches, warlocks, and fairies, gathering around tables on the edge. They would be the hardest to recognize if you were out and about in the world. They are dressed and look like ordinary people. Maybe more artsy or eccentric, but in today's day and age, when people can get away with wearing just about anything, they would be hard to spot.

Many eyes are on me as Dmitri and I make our way over to the snack table. He nods his head in acknowledgment to some people as we pass by. I use the term people loosely as I have no idea what to call this collective.

"Stiff crowd," I whisper to him as we get to the table. He chuckles next to me before moving his hand to the small of my lower back. He leans down and whispers, "Must be because of you," before winking. It takes me a minute to register what he is saying before I start blushing. He actually cracked a joke. I smile to myself as my stomach makes itself known again. Someone at one of the tables starts chuckling, and I hope to god it's someone who doesn't have super hearing laughing at something that isn't my stomach's symphony.

I grab a celery stick and start munching on that. It's the only thing that doesn't look like meat. This spread is catering to a different pallet.

"That," Dmitri says, pointing to some dainty squares on one of the shiny gold platters, "vegetable quiche."

Taking one, I pop it into my mouth, my eyes going wide as the most fantastic taste explodes on my tongue. I actually moan aloud.

"Oh my god, this is so good," I whisper to him, taking another one.

Dmitri looks down at me, his expression darkening as a "mmmm" follows from the back of my throat as I devour the next one. I lick the remnants off my thumb. Once again, I hear someone at a nearby table chuckling, and I turn to see if I am the source of someone's amusement.