My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 45

"What has you looking so sour?" Lyra asks when Lydoran strides in all tense. Even Malarath

looks puzzled at his son’s angry expression.

"I stopped by the mansion on my way back and this letter was there and its addressed to you."

Holding up a black envelope with her name written in bold letters. Very fancy looking. He flops

down next to her on the couch and hands over the envelope. "I already opened it and not sorry

about it."

Lyra takes it and looks at the swirling letters adorning the front. Her name is spelled out in red.

Looking inside she finds an invitation and a separate letter saying she should wear what’s inside

the packages, including the collar she already got. "What packages?" she says out loud still

staring at the letter in her hand.

"There were some packages attached to the invitation but I burned the hideous things. The

man’s taste is tacky at best." Disgust clear in his voice. Lydoran lets out a heavy sigh but smiles

when soft lips press down on his in a warm loving, kiss and just like that all the tension

seemingly evaporates off of him.

"A masquerade ball?" Malarath asks eyeing the invitation.

"I had forgotten about Greg's annual ball. He has them once a year and everyone who is

somebody gets an invitation. People flaunts their money and power. Main event is all the girls,

barley teenagers often, and me." the bare thought makes her nauseous. A brilliant thought

pops into her mind from out nowhere and thankfully chases away every miserable memory.

"

We are going to attend. All of us."

"We are?" father and son asks simultaneously.

"We are and it's perfect." Lyra says with a devious smile.

"What are we and what is perfect?" Jaze questions while walking in.

"We are going to attend a masquerade ball two weeks from now." Lydoran clarifies. All three

looks at Lyra with different levels of disbelief, bewilderment and curiosity. Malarath is the next

to speak but he sounds humored if anything, "The perfect part is apparently walking into a large

house filled with crazy humans. May I ask, why we are going to do that?"

"I want my revenge and what better place than a ball filled with his own kind." Lyra keeps the

devious smile glued on her face and rubs her hands like an evil villain.

" That looked creepy on so many levels." Jaze avoids looking at her and rubs his arms while

getting shivers. "You have gotten damn scary since turning."

"Says the guy who fucked her thoroughly." Lydoran fake coughs out with a wicked smile. "I

don't even want to know." Malarath mumbles and looks the other way but laughs right out

when a pillow hits Lydoran square in the face, courtesy of Jaze. Lydoran is about to say

something else but one look at the pillows in Jaze's hands he thinks better of it.

"Now that we have settled that. I know a tailor who can fix us exquisite costumes. If we go

there today, he will make sure to have them done within the time frame." Malarath offers.

Everyone agrees and gathers what they need before piling into the car and drive off. It takes

about three hours to get to the little corner shop. Everything inside is immaculately clean with a