Victoria noted he wasn’t too comfortable at staying behind as he seemed to hesitate, his hand was slightly cold to the touch. Did she say something weird or offensive? There was more to this mysterious guest than met the eye. Maybe he was simply nervous at functions or perhaps…he had something to do with the Order. Surely if he were a vampire, he wouldn’t dare to set foot in this house. But as he give his fake surname, Griffiths, she nodded. She hadn’t heard of that family name in Alex’s notes. He didn’t know of her father but apparently his father had met him. “I see. I do not believe I have ever met a ‘Lord Griffiths’ before. Father never mentioned him.” She eyed him slightly suspiciously and glanced toward the food table. “Yes…my father was quite important to a lot of people. He did a great deal of good in hid life.” The fact she’d never heard of the Griffiths’s told her instincts he may be lying. And there it was. The ‘I’m sorry’. It was social convention to say such things in these matters, yet, saying they were sorry wouldn’t bring her any joy or comfort. Neither would it bring her father back. She somewhat sighed and winced. “Thank you.” She expressed with her melancholy aura. “Well please do enjoy yourself this evening, Lord Griffiths.” She tipped her glass to him. There were many delicacies from around the world to indulge oneself in. No expense was spared for her birthday. “Perhaps you could save me a dance later…” She suggested just as she turned away. She would get to the bottom of this eventually. She was investigating every possible lead. If his father knew hers, he would be a good place to start. Lady Victoria proceeded to try some of the appetisers, when she picked up a rather sharp ended shrimp that gave her a slight cut. “Damn.” She immediately placed the finger in her mouth for fear of being smelled from afar again. Although the blood was but a trickle, the scent would be as strong as a cloud of perfume to any vampire. She glanced the room in case there were any reaction from anyone. Whoever killed her father could very well be in this room tonight. Just as she was about to move and get out of the room quickly and find something to wrap her finger in, she felt a hand on her bare shoulder. She flinched and gasped as she turned around to see whom it was. “Care for a dance, birthday girl?” Lord Spencer asked his betrothed so suddenly. She still had her finger between her lips and she was reluctant to remove it. “Oh, my dear - did you hurt yourself?” He asked as he fished her hand away from her mouth to reveal a very small cut on her finger. He was so calm, yet his emerald eyes hid a dark secret.