Book 1: I Don't Know That Girl

Ainslee

The light streaming in through the open window is dim when I hear the door open. I sit up abruptly, on high alert. I knew, eventually, someone would come to wake me, to let me know there’d been a mistake. I’m honestly surprised it took this long. The clock on the wall says it’s almost 7:00 in the evening. Rafe really should have better control of his people.

“Pardon me, Miss Ainslee.” The woman who stands before me is tiny with dark hair and the longest eyelashes I’ve ever seen framing her chocolate eyes. She wears a black and white maid’s uniform and looks to be about my age, though I smell the metallic odor of blood and know she is a vampire, so it’s hard to say how old she is. “I’m here to get you ready for dinner.”

I stare at her for a long moment, trying to comprehend what she’s said. Not that I didn’t hear it; I did. But what I can’t understand is why. “Dinner?” I echo. Zeke had mentioned that, but I thought he had to be pulling my le