Sugar Daddy Vampire
The vials were empty, spent, pale ghosts in the drained light.
Diana sagged, but she didn’t fall. Melinda’s knees buckled beside her, eyes wide and raw with spent power. They had done it; the stitching had held. The last thing to settle was the vampire blood, a residual current like an aftertaste of iron and it hummed, low and ominous.
Valerius moved like a man under a spell, reaching the circle’s edge and stepping forward. He had not been allowed to touch the ritual; Diana had kept him back with a look that could peel paint. Now, free to move, he strode to the altar, hands shaking.
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