No one can hear a damn thing over the Star Spangled Banner that is currently being played on a very loud, electric guitar. My gaze drifts to Violet, who is standing at attention, hand pressed over her heart, as she stares up at a flag. Arion looks very displeased, even as he does the same thing. “She taught the vampire manners,” Emit says as he comes to stand next to us. “Surely she knows he has no country he feels patriotic toward—”
