A small part of her was concerned about the Pledge, and what Luther’s rules would be. As a shifter, Zamorra needed some semblance of freedom. She couldn’t keep her werewolf locked up inside for too long, otherwise she would go crazy. They both would.
Luther’s handsome face flashed in her mind.
Ask about the ancient vampire.
Zamorra rolled her eyes. She should have known her werewolf would want to know more about Adonis reincarnated.
She turned to face the vampire. “What can you tell me about Luther?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
Margaret narrowed her eyes. “What do you want to know?” Her tone of voice was cautious, like she feared Zamorra would use the information for nefarious reasons.
“Who is he, for starters? I get the feeling he’s someone important.”
Margaret just stared at her. And stared. And stared. It made her a little uncomfortable to be honest, since the woman didn’t blink at all. “You-you don’t know who he is?”
Zamorra sighed. “No. Why is everyone so bloody surprised by that?”
“Maybe because everyone in the supernatural community knows who the Vampire Regent of Australia is.”
Zamorra stilled, a cold sweat dripping down the side of her face as her heartbeat kicked up a notch. Luther was Regent? Holy. Fuck.
Every species - whether you were a vampire, shifter, demon, mage (light or dark) - had a Regent. A representative. Someone responsible for maintaining order and keeping the existence of the supernatural world a secret from the humans. They were your judge, jury and executioner.
Countries were split and divided between them, each one getting a Regent from each species. Together they formed a council, where other supernatural’s could come too and air any problems or grievances they had before the situation got out of hand.
She had never been to a Regent meeting; it was one of the things her mother was adamant that she never attend. A room full of supernatural’s that she had never met before, with crazy personalities and insane amounts of power? Uh, no thank you.
Zamorra looked into Margaret’s grey eyes, trying to get her thoughts under control. “He’s-he’s seriously Regent?” She couldn’t help the way her voice squeaked with uncertainty.
“Yes,” Margaret answered. “How is it that you didn’t know? I thought you millennials always kept up to date on what’s ‘trending’ in the world.”
Zamorra frowned. “What makes you think I’m a millennial?” She could totally pass for Gen Z.
Margaret tapped her nose. “Special gift. I can tell how old you are based on your scent.”
Zamorra wrinkled her brows and sniffed her armpit.
You need a shower.Her werewolf turned up her nose.
Shut up.Though, Zamorra agreed with her.
“My parents raised me in the human world, not the supernatural one. I only know what they taught me growing up.”
Margaret raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Why would they do such a thing?”
Zamorra knew, but she didn’t feel like getting into it right now. She was tired, cranky, still hungry, and now desperately wanting a shower.
She jumped to her feet instead. “How about that tour?”
Margaret pursed her lips, clearly not liking the avoidance to her question, but she obliged.
For the next 45 minutes, she showed Zamorra around Luther’s mansion. It was split off into three sections. The left wing was for the servants (soldiers, maids, groundskeepers, blood donors, etc.). The right wing was for his Elite Guards and in the centre was Luther’s wing.
Because the dude needs an entire wing all to himself, Zamorra scoffed.
The main floor held the kitchen, several different dining areas, a grand ballroom, parlour, conference room and even an indoor pool with a bloody steam room.
“In the Elite Wing you’ll also find a training room with a state of the art gymnasium,” Margaret said as she continued to lead Zamorra through the house. Zamorra hoped the tour was almost over. “I’m not sure what role our Lord will give you, but it's safe to assume he would want to take advantage of your. . . talents. He may want you to train with the Elites. If that’s the case, you’ll need one of them to show it to you. Servants are not permitted in the Elite Wing unless on rotation for cleaning or their blood donors.”