Night Five
The group was completely divided. Henry: "TEAM JACOB TILL I DIE!"
Joff: "YOU'RE A FOOL. EDWARD IS ETERNAL LOVE."
Coffi: silent, staring dreamily into the distance
Elves: "What is… team?"
Chubby: "YOUR MORTAL MINDS ARE FRAGILE."
Even I, gods help me, was invested. Vampire politics. Werewolf family drama. Sparkling curses. Chubby had a meltdown about "INSULTS TO BLOOD DRINKERS."
Me? …Fine. I was engrossed. Not because of the romance, gods no. But because we actually have a creature like that in our kingdom. Not the sparkly kind, thank the gods, but something close. The Ice People. A secluded race in the far north. Pale. Cold-skinned. Sharp-eyed. Afraid of the sun. They're not vampires, but…Close enough that Seraphine's ridiculous story made horrifying sense. And I caught myself imagining them sparkling.
