The final ball had been a magical night, and Emma woke up in Christiaan’s arms, stretching out feeling happier than she had ever felt. He growled softly, pulling her back close to him when she heard the thud of his heart beating.
It was loud, and it called her. She remembered the feeling and realized that it was the thirst! It was her thirst for blood, and she hadn't been properly fed, and his vein was right there. His blood smelled like the sweetest nectar she could ever possibly find.
She pushed away from him as her fangs started protruding and ran out of the bedroom, using her super-speed to make it to the kitchen in time to grab a blood bag. Emptying it in seconds, some of the kitchen staff only stared at her wide-eyed.
Christiaan came running in looking confused when he saw her
