"What… what… are… you going to do with me?" Dennis's voice trembled, his eyes locked on the sharp, glistening fang that peeked past Isobel's lips. His breathing came in ragged bursts, shoulders stiffening as a cold shudder rolled down his spine.
"Us, you mean," she corrected with a slow, deliberate smile, her voice almost playful despite the danger dripping from every word. "Not just you… I'll be doing it to the lot of you."
She didn't give him time to speak again. In a blur of movement, she lunged forward. Her fangs sank deep into the side of his neck with a wet, puncturing sound. Dennis gasped, a choked whimper escaping his throat as the warmth left his body, his heartbeat slowing with every greedy pull of her lips. Strength surged through her veins — raw, intoxicating, and addictive — as she drank, each swallow making her muscles coil tighter with power.
