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enough to study the people occupying the large home, he realized his mistake.
    These were vampire elite, most blood born, unlike himself. Additionally, the few humans standing unawares in their midst were as beautiful as the vampires. Victor, with his imperfect features, couldn’t help but stand out. Shit .
    He scoured the room, looking for the help. Butler, bartender, guard...it didn’t matter so long as he took on the air of one of them. He’d come here expecting to be able to pass as a guest and should have known better.
    Maybe he really was getting too old for this game. Time to retire and leave this life to a younger generation, better equipped to handle it.
    With no other option open to him, he straightened his shoulders. Intent on hiding himself in a crowd of people below where he stood now, he strolled down the corridor as if he’d just been giving himself a tour before at last jogging down a winding staircase. Once at the landing below, a woman’s voice came to him from his good side.
    “I should have done like you and dressed in something a little more casual,” she said. He turned in time to catch her stepping from side to side, rotating her ankle each time she lifted a foot. “These things are killing me. Would you give me a h—”
    She’d held out a dainty hand, but her words died before he reached out to grip it. He had to give her credit for displaying excellent breeding, because although she’d lost the ability to speak once her gaze met the paralyzed side of his face, she didn’t so much as blink at his abnormality. She stilled, but there was no widening or sudden averting of the eyes he usually received.
    The woman was tall and sinewy, a pile of curly auburn hair sitting atop her head. Jewels dangled from dainty earlobes, and they paled in comparison to the beauty that graced her flawless face. Big blue eyes. Long, curling lashes. Cupid bow lips.
    “Madam,” he said softly. Victor extended his hand.
    The woman straightened her spine but placed her hand in his. She kept her gaze on the task, which involved correcting the strap of her fashionable heeled shoe. Once done, she slid away from his grip with what had to be deliberate slowness. “Th-thank you.”
    She couldn’t have scurried away any faster.
    Victor curled his fingers into his palms, forming two tight fists.
    It hadn’t always been like this. And it fucking shouldn’t have hurt anymore to see a beautiful woman’s reaction to him, but on some days more than others—like now—she would have been kinder to shove a white-hot poker into his abdomen.
    His thoughts drifted back to the blood slave. At least she’d been honest in her frank appraisal of him. She hadn’t been disgusted. Maybe intrigued . That, at least, he could understand.
    “Sir, may I help you?”
    “Looking for my date,” Victor replied. He’d seen the server’s approach, flutes of champagne balanced on a silver tray he carried. As he’d known he would, Victor attracted attention. If someone on the catering staff had identified him out of the crowd, it wouldn’t take long for Sage’s security to do the same. He needed to keep moving.
    “Sir,” the waiter said with more force behind his voice. “May I please see your invitation?”
    The balls of this guy. Victor would have been indignant if he weren’t crashing the damned place.
    He had a decision to make. Confront the ass, make him regret ever spotting Victor in a place he had no business being. But that option might draw even more attention. He’d get his point across. However, a butt-hurt waiter might scamper to security the moment Victor’s back was turned.
    The idea was tossed as soon as he analyzed its flaws.
    Victor scanned the room, searching out the exits, coming up with a rudimentary escape plan when a face he recognized stood out in the busy crowd. Warm pleasure overrode sudden surprise. It shouldn’t have been a shock—she belonged here if no one else did—but it made him pause before he