“This is the Mistress?” He glanced around at the lavish mansion set deep in the Hollywood Hills. “And this is where she lives?” I chuckled softly, understanding his surprise. I’d seen it in mortals before. Their disbelief of how normal vampires lived. It wasn’t gothic castles and coffins. They were wealthy and enjoyed plentiful lifestyles. He was probably expecting the Mistress to have the look of death. Ellery was anything but that. She held the air of royalty, a natural beauty with dark eyes that swelled with softness, skin that was without a single blemish and rosy lips that needed no shade. “Yep, that’s her.” “I see you went and found what you were looking for,” Mistress Ellery said to Kellen as her gaze swept over me. When I looked over at Kellen, he gave a gentle nod with a supple smile spread across his face. “Indeed I did.” Ellery rose from her chair, approached us in a fluid stride. “It’s nice to see you again, Hadley.” I bowed my head in a sign of respect.
