Liora's hands would have shaken if she could move them.
Even her nerves felt frozen, her body as still as stone, even as she felt the man's warm breath ghost against her neck. His presence loomed behind her—too close, suffocating, inescapable. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, the effort alone draining, after struggling enough to yield nothing. No movement. No resistance.
Then she felt it.
His fangs pierced into her neck.
A sharp, burning pain flared for only a moment before it melted into something far worse—something intoxicating and terrifying all at once. His hold on her tightened, far tighter than anything she had ever felt before, his arm like iron wrapped around her waist. She heard the low, guttural sounds of him gulping, swallowing greedily.
Drinking her blood.
