His dark eyebrows were in sharp contrast to his frost-toned skin. He was utterly handsome, as striking as any fifties film star. He was tall, with broad shoulders and blazing black and gray shoulder-length hair. At the end of the staircase a man appeared out of the shadows. Her frame was petite but curvy in all the important places. Her small cinched-in waist was accentuated with a fabric belt and a long, flowing black mermaid skirt. A tattoo of a black rose crept out from her dark velvet corset, which shaped her chest like a heart. Strong black eyeliner intensified her blue catlike eyes, and her long, purple, flirty eyelashes sparkled.

Deep eggplant-hued lipstick and nails were ghastly and gorgeous against her corpse-white skin. She continued to come down the stairs, with the confidence of Cleopatra but the attire of Elvira. Her perfectly straight jet black hair, streaked with a vivid violet, cascaded over her bony and beautiful shoulders. A ghoulish and magnetically morbid woman descended the red velvet staircase like an apparition. I'll fix that.' 'That's okay-,' I started to say. 'Are you nervous?' 'Petrified.And cold.' 'My mom likes the thermostat set to freezing. 'My mom takes forever.' The Mansion's air was unusually chilly, and I was shivering. 'Miss Raven is here,' Jameson called to the second floor, and retreated to the kitchen. Somber violin music faintly filled the Mansion.A pewter umbrella stand containing at least half a dozen parasols sat by the front door. 'Wow! You are beautiful.' He offered his hand to me and kissed me on the cheek. At first I didn't see anyone.Then out stepped Alexander, stunning in an oversized blue silk shirt and black jeans. On the other side were the first adult vampires I would ever meet.

I reached the top of the crumbling stairs, and, as if on cue, the front door creaked open. Candles flickered inside the house like a festive holiday party. We parked in front of theMansion, It was quite the celestial sight. I was afraid by the time we reached its gates, dinner would be stone cold. It seemed as if it took an hour for Jameson to drive me to the Mansion.

Royal blood by ellen schreiber