The Vampire Prince's Practice Run
The moment the needle pierced my skin, a searing pain shot through me.
I watched in the mirror as the bites faded, one by one, disappearing just like my ten years of devotion, so easily erased.
Back in the bedroom, my phone lit up.
A text from Damon: [Have something to attend to tonight. Get some rest. Don't wait up.]
His "something," no doubt, was Serena.
I looked around the room I'd lived in for so long. The walls were covered in vampire histories, the shelves filled with books on the creatures of the night.