Lavinia paced in her study. She had barely left the last four days.

That night played before her eyes over and over.

She put a hand to her mouth.

She wondered what she should do, what she COULD do?

She hadn’t meant to. At least, not really. Casey had cut her hand. Elizabeth had put Casey’s blood near Lavinia. Lavinia could smell it. And she was getting hungrier and hungrier.

The blood she had left was being diluted more ...