Marked
And there, under the light, were two perfect holes, right in his jugular vein.
No blood. No signs of struggle. No torn clothing. Nothing else out of place. It was as if a bat had descended, sucked his blood perfectly clean, then flew away, without touching anything else. It was eerie. And outright terrifying. If his skin hadn’t turned completely white, she would have thought he was still alive, just taking a nap. She even felt tempted to go over and feel his pulse. But she knew that would be stupid.
Sergei Rakov. He was young. And from what she’d heard, he’d been an arrogant prick. Could he already have had enemies?
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