After settling into the only available room—a single-bed suite in a quiet hotel—the two women lay side by side, the warmth of their bodies separated by mere inches. The steady rhythm of your breathing should be enough to lull Lara into rest, but something stirs deep within her.

A sudden hunger.

It creeps up on her like a whisper in the dark, slow and insistent. Her fangs ache, pushing past her lips as the craving takes hold. She swallows hard, trying to suppress it, but the sound of your heartbeat thrums in her ears, calling to something she’s only just begun to understand.