Wishing she was the one in that limo, the one driving through those gates going. She thought she saw Cynthia Leighton turn at the last minute, but it was probably her imagination, or wishful thinking. Mirabelle watched the limo glide down the long driveway, cutting an elegant line through the manicured lawns and out through the gates. Cyn turned around as they passed through the artificially rustic gate, thinking Liz wasn't the only Hawthorn daughter who needed rescuing. Mirabelle stood on the porch, looking small and dull against the gleaming white house. Looking back, she could see the house itself, bathed in the glow of what must be hundreds of lights. Endless manicured lawns stretched out to either side, dotted with artfully placed clusters of trees and flowers. The driver stood outside long enough that Cyn began to contemplate calling a cab, but eventually he slid into the driver's seat, favoring her with a forbidding glare before turning around and starting the car.Ĭyn stared out the window as they glided down the long drive. Mirabelle froze, but Cyn barely glanced at him before shaking her head and opening the car door. "My master's name is Lord Jabril Karim,” the bodyguard growled. I'll get back to Jabril as soon as I know something." "Okay, Mirabelle,” Cyn said for his benefit. He straightened when they appeared, glaring at them both, as though it was their fault he'd had to spend his night lurking about the driveway. As they drew closer to the drive, Cyn saw the same silent vampire who'd driven earlier leaning against the car and looking bored.
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