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... st, and the scent of roses had faded, replaced by the faint, coppery smell of blood and a sweet, intoxicating musk.
I lay tangled in the bedsheets, my body feeling both heavier and lighter than it had ever been.
A deep, sated exhaustion weighed on my limbs, but beneath it, a new kind of energy thrummed through my veins.
It was the feeling of a profound hunger, but also of a power that felt both alien and strangely familiar.
I had a vampire’s thirst and an incubus’ ...
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