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“Electra, as I mentioned, I believe it’s time you start looking for a good match. I received an invitation from Vlad Castle for a ball,” Morgana said, fixing her attention on me.

I met her eyes, filled with cunning plans, as I ate my chicken.

My mind was racing—the Vlads, that was the house of my great-uncle. Attending his party would be the perfect chance to find him.

“Will it be soon? I’m in my ‘sensitive’ days,” I said bluntly. Around here, everyone used those enchantments to be shameless sluts with an excuse.

“Oh, no, no, dear, it’s in a few days. But if you were feeling that way, you should’ve told me—we could’ve dined another time.”

“I’m fine now, don’t worry,” I shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “I’ll go when the time comes.”

She nodded, pleased.

Relationships between supernatural species were complicated in this era; most were related in some way, and more than one scandalous marriage had occurred.

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