I was in my fifth year of a secret affair with Lord Kieran, and everyone noticed he treated me differently.By day, I'd dismiss any talk of our relationship with a simple, "I'm just the Lord's blood perfumer."No one knew that each night, he would hold me possessively, his lips tracing my neck as he murmured, "You are mine."On our last night together, he held me so tightly, it felt as though he wanted to crush me into his very being."Aurora, your blood smells like roses that have begun to rot."Kieran's voice was low as his fingers clamped around my wrist in the dark.His touch was unnervingly cold, even for a creature of the night.Usually, I would have instinctively wrapped my arms around him.But this time, a bitter ache blooming in my chest, I simply pulled my hand away."If that is how you feel, then you should let me go, my Lord."He didn't.Instead, he leaned in, his fangs brushing against my carotid artery, sending a shiver of pain through me."Don't move, Moonlight," he rasp
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