~Serah POV~
"Your Grace," I whispered, stepping into the chamber with the silver tray trembling in my hands. "I've brought the morning blood."
The smell hit me first like sweet, metallic, and intoxicating. The crimson goblet rippled as my heart skipped, and then I saw Lydia lay draped over Jethro, her hair spilling across his bare chest, lips pressed to his throat.
She was feeding on him slowly and Intimately. His hand was tangled in her hair, his breath uneven with fangs glistening. For a heartbeat, I couldn't move, I just stood there, frozen, and my heart clawing inside my ribs and suddenly Lydia's eyes fluttered open and landed on me.
"Oh," she purred, her lips stained with blood. "You're early, servant."
I nodded hard. "You asked me to bring the morning drink, my lady."
Jethro didn't even glance at me, he just pulled the sheets higher around them, his voice cold. "Leave it and go."
