The manor sat cloaked in moonlight with its tall spires jagged. Inside, silence ruled—save for the soft drip, drip of candle wax and the steady inhale of an ancient predator.Lucien's eyes snapped open.He sat up slowly on the velvet chaise, fangs subtly peeking from behind his lips. He could smell something.Something divine. Something... alive in a way blood hadn't been for centuries.He inhaled again, deeper this time, letting the scent flood his dead lungs.Blood. But not like any he'd tasted these past few days. It carried notes of petrichor and fire—like rainfall sizzling against hot stone. Sweet, but powerful. Innocent, but riotous. It ignited every nerve in his body like lightning crawling beneath skin.Lucien stood, slow and deliberate. A tremor pulsed beneath the marble floor, awakened by his sudden hunger.“Who bleeds like that?” he muttered to himself in the dark of his room, his voice hoarse, as though speaking threatened to undo his control.He moved through the hal
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