The Beta’s Regret

Chapter 175

The car smelled nice, like lemon. I relaxed against the plush leather seats as I enjoyed the soft comfort it offered.

The dark ambience illuminated by the lights attached to the car gave it a homely feel.

Everything about the car was just like Lord Shevek–old–fashioned. The seats had a unique antique style that looked odd yet sophisticated, with wooden panels that gleamed in the soft light which shone over us.

The vintage style made me feel like I was in another era entirely; it was almost as if Lord Shevek was trying to preserve a part of a past era.

Was it just his personality, or were the other vampires like this? Old–fashioned, like walking models of perfection trapped in history.

I suddenly realized that the limousine was quiet. Across us, Lord Shevek busied himself with a magazine, his legs crossed in concentration.

My mother mindlessly scrolled through her phone, randomly watching video clips.

I heaved a deep breath and sank deeper into the chair. I felt a strong urge to stick my head out of the car and allow the passing wind to blow on my hair, but it’s not something I could do here.

My thoughts trailed back to Susie again, and I felt the irritation that gripped me earlier come back with full force, Why was Susie around Eros?

Where was Eros? He still hasn’t called me. My fingers clenched in anger.

A soft sigh escaped me, and I looked at Lord Shevek once again.

I was startled to see him looking at me, his eyes watching me with close assessment. I looked away immediately, but I still felt him watching me. It was like his gaze was trying to burn a hole through me.

“Are you alright, Eden?” He asked.

I shook my head, still refusing to look at him. I didn’t want him to see the anger in my eyes.

“You look pissed.” He said. “Did someone make you angry? Did I do something wrong?”

I gave him a quick glance, then managed a small smile. “No, nothing.” I tried to mask the pain in my voice. I knew Lord Shevek didn’t fall for that, but I was grateful he didn’t say anything. Neither did my mother.

few moments, he finally closed the magazine and gave me

He started. “I’m here for you if

but I’m fine.” I whispered. “Just let

He nodded.

moved along the paved way. I allowed myself to

while, I was free of thoughts

we are here!”

peered at me from her seat. I sat up with squinted eyes

are?” I

“Yes.” She said.

my mother and me, which we took as we

my feet hit the ground, my

Wow.

I turned, taking in

that struck me was how old the place looked; it had this Victorian feel to it. I

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of culture. Probably from being around for way

were made with fine stones and intricate carvings that I have only seen in movies and books. The streets were dead quiet, even

how much vampires loved

gowns, their hair piled high on their heads, adorned with bonnets. Their hands were covered in gloves and looked elegant. The

little nap in the car, and smacked my lips together after which I swiped a tongue over it as

down at my clothes and almost cringed. I looked out of place with my black jacket, black jeans,

of sophistication; even my mother did a far better job in her

me to dress like them? I hope not. The thought was scarce out of my head when

would love to properly introduce you to the coven, but first…” His eyes scanned my length. “You would need to go shopping and get dressed for

is wrong with what

He looked around. “There is a way we go about this here, and I wouldn’t