ELLA POV
I watched Frederic disappear into the crowd with the vampire and felt absurdly pleased with myself.
Really pleased. Possibly too pleased.
Agatha appeared at my elbow before I could even look for her, still carrying that radioactive-blue drink like it was an extension of her body.
“You,” she said.
I pointed at myself. “Me?”
“You are evil.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Her eyes moved past me toward the dance floor, and her grin widened.
“Oh, this is magnificent.”
I followed her gaze.
Frederic was dancing with the vampire.
Technically, anyway, if you could call standing approximately three feet away from someone while glaring at them dancing.
He wasn’t touching her at all.
So different from the way he’d been dancing with me.
Weird.
The vampire tr
