Meredith.
The vampire's steps were unhurried, her heeled boots tapping lightly on the blood-slicked tiles.
Then her lips curled back in a smile as her sharp teeth glistened. "Ah… what have we here?" Her voice was low and melodic, like poison wrapped in silk.
She tilted her head as she studied me, her red eyes bright with something between hunger and intrigue. "Not human. No… you smell different."
My heart rate increased that second.
She inhaled sharply, her nostrils flaring. Then her smile widened into something feral.
"A wolf... but not just any wolf. There is fae blood in your veins." She licked her lips, savouring the taste of her own words. "An interesting specie indeed."
My stomach dropped as my pulse thudded harder.
"She sees you for what you are," Valmora whispered, her tone neither surprised nor alarmed, but amused. "And now she wants to play with her food."
