To Bleed For You
Maya pressed her thumb against her injured finger, trying to stanch the tiny bead of blood.
"Just a paper cut," she murmured, looking up with a self-deprecating smile.
"I swear, these old books are weapons—"
The words died in her throat.
Elena wasn't looking at the book. She was looking at Maya’s hand.
The change in the vampire was instantaneous and terrifying.
The soft, hazel rings of Elena's eyes violently bled away, swallowed up by a sudden, ink-like darkness until her irises were a bottomless, pitch black.
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