“I can smell you,” Clara whispered. “You’re intoxicating.”
“I’m not wearing panties,” Evelyn said. “Why don’t you—”
Clara knew full well that the vampire was not wearing underwear. It would have ruined the lines of that sleek black dress and might have left something to the imagination when she climbed down the ladder. Everything was calculated with this one, all an elaborate act, but Clara did not care.