I paid cover and entered Fangtasia with my head held high and my shields braced for impact. I’d worn the white dress with red flowers again because I knew Eric would like it. I was still a nervous wreck as I made my way to the bar. I didn’t recognize most of the vampires, and the ones I did recognize didn’t know me for beans. So I made like I owned the place and had every right to be there, which I did. My boyfriend owned Fangtasia, thank you very much.