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Dmitri

We have just entered the suite we will be staying in. As the guest of honor, I have been allocated one of the bigger suites in a more private wing of the castle. Sky looks dumbfounded as we enter. An expression which has appeared on her face more than once since our arrival at the Garza Castillo. Named over one thousand years ago after the royal family who still currently rule over the Vampire race.

The suite is huge. There is a large, open-plan area with a four-seater dining table next to doors that lead onto a balcony. The balcony overlooks a large, manicured garden with various exotic plants and flowers, interspersed with concrete benches and statues. A large, three-seater brown leather couch separates the dining area from the lounge, where a huge flat-screen TV is mounted on the wall. On either side of the TV are two doors. The door on the right leads to a walk-in closet and a bathroom. The door on the left leads to a massive bedroom.

The bedroom features a large four-poster bed, covered in the softest brown blanket, with large, fluffy pillows. Thoughts of throwing Sky on the bed, tying her wrists and ankles to the bedpost, and ravishing her dripping wet pussy flash through my mind before I turn around and exit the room.

"I will take the couch," I say stiffly to Sky, who is just standing in the middle of the room.

"Your bags are in the walk-in closet." I point to the door on the right.

"I need some answers, Dmitri." She walks over to the dining room table, taking a seat. I sit down opposite her.

"What is this place?" She seems calm, but I wonder what goes on below the surface.

"Garza Castillo, named after the royals who have and currently still lead the Vampire race."

I wait for a reaction. Fear, maybe hysteria. I should have told her back in Willow Falls, but I was afraid she wouldn't come and that she would call Ben instead. Selfish, I know, but I hated Ben, and I didn't even know him.

"Vampires," she repeats, fidgeting with the wooden decoration in the center of the table. I had assumed that, as I had mentioned supernatural beings to her before, she would be okay with the situation. She seemed to handle my being a Lycan better than most humans new to that information did, so I assumed this would be okay.

"And what exactly is this conference about? I'm guessing this isn't a standard conference on the next big technological advancement, or some medical breakthrough?" Her hands gesture in the air as she speaks.

"This is the Annual Gathering of the Supernaturals. As the name suggests, top leaders from all walks of supernatural races come here to discuss matters pertaining to any challenges faced over the last year. Treaties that need to be entered are signed, as are any dispute-resolution mechanisms between natural being groups. Nominated representatives from the three groups oversee the gathering. One from the werewolf race, one from the vampire race, and one from the mixed supernatural race, who are a grouping of minority races."

"Mixed supernatural's?" she asks, her expression blank. She seems very calm, maybe way too calm.

"Witches, warlocks, fairies—the ones I mentioned to you before." I watch her carefully and notice as her heart rate quickens and sweat droplets appear on her forehead. Shit. It was too much.

"Are you okay, Skylar?" I move to grab her hand, but she pulls back, getting up from her chair so quickly that it topples over.

"I need a minute," she says, heading to the bathroom. I move to follow her, but hear the click of the bathroom door as she locks it behind her. The toilet seat rises before she vomits. She gags before vomiting again. My assumption that she was handling everything just fine slowly falters, leaving me feeling guilty for bringing her here and bombarding her with so much information. An hour goes by, and she still hasn't come out of the bathroom. She stopped vomiting a while ago, and I heard the shower running. Then silence.

I'm hovering outside the door, unsure of what to do. As I'm about to knock, I hear her approach the door before I hear a click signaling that the door has been unlocked. She opens the door, wearing a big, fluffy gown with the sleeves hanging over her hands. It's huge on her. Her hair is wet, and I can smell mint on her breath from brushing her teeth.

"Are you okay, Skylar?" I look at her, guilt ravaging me as I do.

"I'm fine. Let me get dressed, and then we can talk," she says flatly, her eyes focused on my chest. She is avoiding my gaze. It looks like she has been crying. It must have been in the shower, as I didn't hear it.

I step out of her way as she opens her suitcase, which was placed in the walk-in closet. I leave, pulling the door closed to give her privacy. It's nearly seven at night. There would be an informal get-together at eight in a large outdoor area on the west side of the castle, with snacks and drinks. I wasn't sure if Sky would be ready for that.

She emerges from the walk-in closet, dressed in tight blue Levi jeans and a maroon sleeveless, fitted top with an intricate multicolored tree-of-life design on the front. This top shows a little more cleavage than I've seen on her before. Her hair is braided down her back, with some beaded dreadlocks left out to fall down the side of her neck.

Her feet are clad in simple maroon sandals adorned with woven beads. Her wrists are adorned with an assortment of beaded and leather-strapped bracelets. She looks sexy as hell. A mixture of Viking and Bohemian. Strong and innocent. She is stunning. Maybe not in the traditional way, but her look made her sexy and mysterious. She has an aura about her that reels you in.

She opens the door to the balcony and walks out, resting her elbows on the banister of the intricate concrete railing. I follow behind and take up a position next to her.

"Are you okay, Skylar?" I ask her again, looking at her side profile.

"I'm fine, Dmitri," she sighs, then looks at me.

"You drop things on me that you should have told me before we came, and then expect me just to be okay with it. You're not telling me about a new book that has come out. You're telling me about things I didn't even know existed. Things that change my life forever, that challenge everything I have known and believed in. You really should work on your delivery and timing, Dmitri, because they both suck."

She looks away as I continue staring at her expressionlessly. First, no one usually speaks to me like that. Second, what she is saying is correct, but I don't have time to be delicate.

"I didn't have time to tell you back at Willow Falls, as we needed to leave to get here on schedule. I wanted to tell you on the flight, but you fell asleep, and when you woke up, well..." I trail off, remembering the incident in the bathroom. She does too, as I see her blush and look away.

"I'm sorry," I say, looking out towards the gardens as I feel her eyes back on me.

"I'm not used to having to be sensitive. I don't hang around with humans, which means I rarely have to deal with the sensitivities your species seems to be plagued with. Granted, that doesn't excuse my blase revelation of everything. You just seemed to handle the news about werewolves and Lycans so well, I thought this information would be par for the course. A misjudgment on my part. I really am sorry, Skylar."

A small smile appears on her face. Which part amused her, I'm not exactly sure.

"You suck at apologizing, too," she chuckles. "Something tells me you don't have a lot of practice in that area."

I smile broadly. Genuinely. This woman is amazing. Instead of holding this over me for hours, acting childish as so many would, she is quick to move on.

"So, what's next on the agenda? Some sacrificial ritual that we need to watch. Maybe some witches racing on brooms?" She laughs as she turns her body toward me.

"Not nearly as exciting," I say, smiling at her infectious mood. "A gathering in the auspicious gardens on the west side of the castle, with drinks and snacks served to the pompous horde of two hundred," her face blanches, all humor vanishing.

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