Chapter 30

Fallon’s POV

The dining hall went silent. Not a chatter, no sound of forks making contact with plates. Just silence. I took a deep breath and walked towards a table. Ashley was there along with some familiar faces. They stared, all eyes watching me carefully.

As soon as I sat down, every blood bag at the table dispersed except Ashley. Her eyes held pity for me.

“It’s okay. You can go, I understand,” I told her.

She didn’t say a word; instead, she passed me the salad. We shared a smile, and the whispers began.

If there was a soul in the castle that didn’t know of my existence, my new reputation had changed that. I was now the mere human blood bag that Rodolfo Salvatore had murdered two mistresses for.

Every vamp servant stayed out of my way. Even Ursula looked horrified when she saw me and went away too quickly. The blood bags avoided me for fear of being targeted by associating with me. Everywhere I went, I could see the burning glares and