Chapter 462: Queen Batsheva

I know it was childish, but the first thought to cross my mind after their identities sank in was how unfair my life was. Batsheva had been a dumpy, chubby woman with fake, dark blonde hair and weak blue eyes, face lined with those creases around her lips that made lipstick bleed.

And Celeste? Yeah, horse-faced was my best description for the traitor the last time I'd seen her, the braid a thick weave of brown and threads of gray, reminding me of an equine tail.

How come the moment they became vampires they were suddenly gorgeous? Celeste looked like an Amazon, but in a beautiful way, wide jaw now appealing, brown eyes with a hint of gold, her youth returned to her. And Batsheva?

Drop dead hotness. At least, on the outside. No amount of spirit magic could make her attractive on the inside.

My vampire sighed. You have no idea, do you?

What?

Regardless of my internal conversation, the world went on without me. Namely, the furious reaction Pannera had to Batsheva's little statement.