Tracey

Victoria stops and looks at me for a second. She smiles at me, then at Adrian, who gets to his feet and tips his head in greeting.

“Victoria, is everything okay?”

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” I like that she calls him Charlie; it’s cute. “Briar said that you were busy, but William snuck off, and I didn’t realise right away.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Victoria,” She moves to Charles’ side, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I’d like you to meet Tracey and Adrian.”

Victoria shakes my hand, and then Adrian’s. “The Prince of Zidiah?”

I narrow my eyes.

How did she know that?

‘Timetravel, idiot.’

‘Thanks, Simia!’

“That’s right,” Adrian smiles. “And Tracey is my mate.”

Victoria looks at me again, furrowing her brow slightly.

“Charles, is there something you forgot to tell me?”

Victoria has her back to me, but Charles, I can see, is staring into her eyes. His own have turned red. From what I know, this is how vampires communicate when talking to their mate, the same way wolves do.

I’m