“What I wouldn’t give to find Evelyn in my bed,” Clara replied.
Another drop rolled down her tummy, and given the passage of time it felt more like a slimy tongue pressing against her skin. For now, the deception appeared to be working, with every drop of blood wasted, Clara swiped the band at her wrist.
Once more the room shook as she spoke. Clara steadied herself like an experienced sea captain in a storm, even as the horizon shifted.
Clara wiped the sweat from her brow… Wait…
“Why is it so warm in here?”
There were no obvious heat sources in sight, logical considering these rooms were typically reserved for vampires. If Evelyn doesn’t notice the heat, even when I want to peel off a layer of skin to cool off…
“Why am I sweating?”
I know for certain…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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