I was looking at Princeton, my betrothed—the Duke of Vampires. The man who I was supposed to marry, but I ran away. My heart was pounding in my chest. What was he doing here? He wore a black coat off his meticulous black costume. 

" Duke Princeton," I said, regaining back my composure. He was just as I remembered. He was slim with sharp features and dark hair. He glinted mischieve in his eyes. It was still the same. He eyed me, and a slight smile played on his lips. 

" Who knew you'd be ...