Seline
One month later, I sighed as I doused brown power over my pale cheeks, my eyes bulging and somewhat red. A month ago, they were bright and flawless — like a werewolf's. But now they either looked bright or soulless — just dull. Thank goodness I always had my remedy on hand. A generous taste of Ferrara's blood and they would regain their glow.
Applying brazen red lipstick — which had become my signature colour ever since the night of the auction — I adjusted myself on the vanity stool, checking the fit of my collar. Ever since that night we both drank from each other and I became one powerful being, Ferrara ruled that I never take it off. Our nights together seemed to be running in an endless direction — every moment spent in each other's arms a painful reminder of the countdown to
