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On the eve of eternal darkness, my fiancé and I attended a vampire night feast at an ancient mansion.
At midnight, he slipped away, entangling himself with my "dear friend" by her coffin until dawn broke.
I was thunderstruck.
If he was there, then who was the man who, last night, grazed my sensitive neck with his fangs, making me tremble all over, until I screamed in ecstasy?
Who could it be?

Night's Embrace, Vampire's Secret

My heart momentarily skipped a beat, and my cheeks flushed with warmth.


But that was surely just from the heat of the bonfire.


Victor's expression remained cold and stern, betraying no emotion.


As if he didn't realize how suggestive his words were.


Ethan, unable to contain himself any longer, lashed out: "Victor, what are you saying? Scarlett is my fiancée. Of course she likes someone like me. Are you playing dumb?"


I thought for a moment, then chose to answer the question: "Me? I like honest vampires. Honest with others, with themselves, and with me." I deliberately let my gaze linger for a moment on Victor's long fingers, recalling the sensation those hands might bring me.


Having said that, I ignored Ethan's ugly expression and stood up to leave. Just three minutes ago, I identified the third suspect.


Archer, the well-known "nice guy" among vampires.


Chapter 4