Chapter 62

It was an hour later when she shoved an empty tray in his hands. "Go collect the dirty glasses, but don't draw attention to yourself. Can you do that?"

No. I'm too stupid to handle glasses. "Yeah."

The ballroom was decorated in crepe paper, bats, and ghosts. The vampires were dressed in costumes, laughing, dancing, drinking blood from goblets. A clown leered at himthe fangs out of place with the painted smileand Patrick flinched backwards.

Happy fucking Halloween.

He gathered glasses from the tables, but hesitated at the one inhabited by Claudius and Arowenia. They were dressed like a Grecian emperor and empress. Next to them, Troy leaned back in his chair, costumed as a pirate. As Patrick drew close, the bald vampire leered and winked.

"Did you hear me?" Claudius snapped.

Troy looked quickly to his master. "What? Yeah, sorry. Luciano."

"As I said, he is becoming an issue."

Troy shoved a pair of glasses at Patrick. "How? He's in fucking Canada. What's he gonna do?"