Chapter 8

Scarlett's POV

I awoke in an unfamiliar room with a headache. "Oh, no! What happened the previous night? Is it possible that I overdrank? I can't think of anything..." When I sit back against my bed's headboard, I lament the fact that I can't remember anything.

My memories of last night are hazy... After standing and rudely stopping the guest, everything goes blank.

"Perhaps Uncle Marcos wasn't too upset about what happened because I'm still alive," I mumbled as I rolled out of bed.

"Oh, good morning, my love," Esmeralda exclaimed.

What became of her? Why didn't I hear the door open? I inquired as I stared in awe at Esmeralda's ethereal beauty.

On the other hand... I clear my mind because this stuff comes out of nowhere for a vampire.

Perhaps Esmeralda and the others have forgotten how to knock or use the door.

Apart from butler Mark, he is the only person in this castle who will correctly use the door to provide me with a private spac