(Samara Pov)The house was quiet, oppressively so. I had returned only a few minutes ago, yet the quiet felt choking, wrapping itself around me like an unsolicited embrace. Having taken a quick bath, I stood before the mirror, my hair damp and clinging to my shoulders. The reflection staring back at me seemed foreign, a stranger inhabiting my skin.My gaze fell to my neck. The scars had long since faded, but my skin there was smooth and unblemished now. Still, I could feel the ghost of his bite, the burning pain that had sent me screaming, the savage sink of his teeth with feral hunger.My fingers stroked the skin there, and a shiver danced down my spine. My eyes closed as memory came with an immediacy that belied months.His lips.Almost unconsciously, my fingers worked their way to my mouth to trace the seam of my bottom lip. His kiss had come out of nowhere, scorching, and yet on my soul it left a stain. In my chest, at the memory of it, heat flowered, and I knew my cheeks colored.
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