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Gemma sighed, still sitting on her bed as she glanced around and then laid down on it. There wasn't much she could do or say and she knew that Mike was most likely going to get in trouble if he didn't get his butt back in this room. She could only plan out how she was going to kill the royals, for the prince would most likely be difficult but the princess was dangerous but how she had acted, Gemma saw she was distressed... depressed... angry? She hadn't seen a vampire like that, most she had seen and heard of were lustful uncaring vampires but the princess had indeed shown something else.

Gemma sat up, pulling a silver knife from between her breasts in her corset. No one had looked there, why would a woman hide a sharp blade between their breasts? It was in a cover so the sharp edges hadn't cut her flesh and she pulled it from the cover, watching it gleam in the light. She smiled and tucked it back inside the cover and slipped it down her corset and laid back once again, crossing her ankles and closing her eyes.