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I rise and look at Hector. “Seems I managed to retain my clothes this time. Small victories.” I chuckle. “So will all my nights be this interesting?”

I look up at Marcus, feeling him massage my mind and trying to force me to end to his will. I look at him, my irons flashing fire and iron. “I am no toy to be used for fun. If you want to train me, I know I have a lot to learn. Otherwise, leave me to Hector.”

I look away unable to run. His words are so powerful so dominate. That slut in me. The part that led me to be a sugar baby loves controlling powerful older men and this right here is the Apex. I channel my inner brat and reply. “You wouldn't’t dare. Men like you are all talk!”

I stare up at Marcus with hate. “You love taking my free will away. What could I learn from you other than being a bully?” I try to move, but my body will not obey. Part of me enjoys this, but I’ll be damned, no pun intended, if I admit it.

I look between the feuding brothers. “Don’t I get a say in this? I’m not a new iPhone that one of you has a hard time setting up!” I glare between them. I am feeling incensed that they are treating me like property. My fangs show as I continue. “I’m a person. A person who has had so much taken...

“I uh… Gangrel…” I look a bit confused at all this new information. “She was pretty. Dark hair and, of course, pale skin. She’d killed someone right before I saw her. Beheaded him.” I give an uneasy follow-up. “Should I be worried.”

I look back and forth between the brothers, and my dirty mind wonders if they share everything. “She didn't say. I was with an… well, to me, an elder. I don’t have a better term. His name was Becket. He said she caused a lot of trouble in Los Angeles. That she was new. Like me. Honestly for a...

I blush at the sight of Marcus. I remember how he humiliated and degraded me last time. I push those feelings down and walk over to Hector. “Sire, there was a strange woman. A Malkavian. She didn't make much sense, but she talked about a ball. I was just curious. Maybe hopeful.

“It appears Hector has company,” I say as we pull in. I head to his study to speak with him before it's time to turn in for the day.

“No, there is nothing more. It would be best to get back to Hector.”

“Ah, yes, a real gully washer is what this would be called back where I’m from,” I say as the rain pounds on the car. “It is nice to know that terrible drivers aren’t just restricted to the North American continent. So, the introduction Hector would do of me—what would it entail? Should I dress...

“Is something wrong?” I ask as I watch the car disappear into the downpour. “That seemed odd. Is there trouble?”

“What is it, Clara?” I ask, putting on my best concerned voice. I lean forward, letting my deep cleavage become very visible. “You seem unsure about something?”

Well, Becket and the crazy lady said something about a ball? Do you know if there is one happening soon? And if so, would I be allowed to attend? I know Hector and his brother had quite the row about me. It seemed like my existence could be… problematic.”

“I met an elder or older vampire, Beckett. He seemed to be very knowledgeable. Then some crazy kindred showed up. A Malkovian, no, that’s not right, Malkavian. She spoke in riddles that seemed to have no answers. And then there was talk of a ball. I’m Sorry, it’s all so confusing.”

I slip into the car with Clara. “Thanks for being so prompt. But I do have a couple of questions before we go back home.”

I had a lot to ponder. I hoped Clara could perhaps clear up all the confusion I was feeling at the moment.

I stand in awe. “I can barely act without tripping over my own feet. And she did all that?” “Do you think she will try to do the same here in Prague?”

I walk over and stand beside Becket. “What’s bothering you? And don’t lie and say you are fine. You are doing that thing men do when they are troubled. I should know. I’ve spent enough time with CEOs and Tech bros to know when there is something amiss that they can’t control.”

“I need a pick up. I’m near the pier,”