I walked behind Melissa. She had the front of the long black dress gathered in one hand, and it pulled the fabric tight everywhere behind her—across the small of her back, over the full curve of her ass, the material stretching and releasing with every step she took on the cold stone.
[ A mark matters. If a source is ever passed down to her, she becomes one. ]
[ But. ]
Don't give me a but. I'm here for a reason.
[ You can mark Melissa. But it would be wise to preserve enough for Sophia. ]
[ Her blood lust will not last past tomorrow. And while it lasts it makes the other worse. ]
[ Tonight works for us. ]
I've got the post-climactic surge. Haven't I?
It didn't answer that.
Sophia's door was shut as we passed it. The bolt hadn't gone across. I'd have heard the metal slide if it had.
Melissa opened the last door on our side and went in and I followed her.
