Olivia's POV

I was up early the next day as the first rays of the sun shone on my face. André was still asleep next to me. His arm wrapped around me and his face buried in my neck.

I was able to free my arm from the entrapment. The cut has healed up and only a red patch of skin was left in its wake. I sighed and looked at her vial that sat on the bedside table.

My crimson blood gleamed back at me from its crystal bottle. I couldn't forget the bewilderment on André’s face when he saw me ...