When we entered the theatre hall, I half-expected to die hacking on the smoke, but there was no absurdly disgusting scent of nicotine. Yes, a faint trail of hookah seeped from a few curtained-off areas of the grand ball room we were swept into, but it wasn't overwhelming.
Sidestepping to avoid a group of chatting vampires, I grab Leah's hand.
I don't know how any of us got here and why she and I came, but she will not die. Not on my watch and not by my characters.
Leah gives me a look. "You call this speed dating?"
Glancing at the room of dancing pairs, I grinned. "1800s speed dating. Besides, haven't you wanted to go to a ball before?"
A small grin spread.
Even though we were dressed a bit more simply than a lot of the dancers, our masks were by far the most gruesome and that earned us a few calculating glances.
A spark of pride lit as I watched my evil little babies dance like pros. I had made them. I had pushed them to brink of the chasm of evil and guided them as they jumped. I was their undoing. They would've been good if it weren't for me, and that was such a delicious thought.
Leah nudged me. "We have this."
I nodded slowly, bit my lip, and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?"
"Fetching us our first dance partners."
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