"She's here. I can smell her. Can you? Do you smell the richness of her blood?" Faris groaned, leaping to his feet on the mattress and peering out the window. "Her blood? What the fuck are you talking about?" I could sense Saige getting closer, which was new. But I couldn't smell her, let alone her blood. "I just require a taste," he whispered, trailing his fingers down the window like a certified creep.
