Casey winced as the bandage on her neck came away, cracking slightly and smelling vaguely of sweat and sanguine fluids. This was the third? No, fourth change of bandages. Lavinia had been pestering her almost nightly about changing them.

Casey took a wet cloth and wiped the area the bandage had covered. The holes where Lavinia’s fangs had sunk into her were scabbed and bruising had blossomed around them.

All things considered, though, it was healing nicely though ...