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now so I opened my bedroom door exercising as much caution as I could. I attempted to listen out for any movement in the house; the daytime staff had long gone. 
    Unsure of whether my hearing had diminished as much as my eyesight, I knew I had to creep out. The last thing I wanted to do was bump into Thomas on the way out. The way I was dressed alone would be the cause of many questions. Questions I wasn’t prepared to answer.
    I tiptoed down the three flights of stairs holding my breath, every muscle stiff with fear. After successfully arriving on the ground floor I took large steps to get to the front door. I let out a huge sigh as I opened it, stepping out into the night air and pulling the door quietly closed behind me.
    My heels clicked on the sidewalk for a few metres before finding an alley dark enough to conceal me. I shivered when I recalled that Thomas had always taught me never to feed close to home.
    “It’s impolite to feed on the neighbours,” he’d lectured.
    Apparently.
    Necessity had won over this night, though. I needed to feed. Desperately.
    A female stepped into the alleyway. I opened my bag and started to feign looking for something.
    I glanced up as she passed me. Early twenties, a no go as she may need the strength to care for children when she got home. I couldn’t do that, I wouldn’t do that. The blood loss would make her lethargic, and she’d need a few days to recover.
    Childishly, I stamped my foot watching my meal disappear from the end of the alley, chiding myself for my silly rule in a moment of sheer desperation.
    My head snapped to attention. I pressed my body against the orange brick wall and held my breath. More footsteps clattered in my direction.
    He emerged at the edge of the opposite wall, turning into the alley, floppy blond hair and good-looking in a boyish way. He wore stylish jeans and a logoed sweater and had his hands planted deep in his pockets. He must have been around his late teens, eighteen or nineteen maybe.
    I emptied the contents of my purse on to the concrete and squatted to pick them up, he darted over to assist me in picking the stuff up. ‘ Aahh, lucky for me, chivalry is not dead .’ The thought made me smile when raising my head to meet his cool blue eyes, allowing my fangs to extend.
    My prey inhaled sharply, his eyes wide. My smile grew as I clasped my fingers around his throat and dragged him up against the rough bricks. I held him still with my body pressed parallel against his, my mouth searched for his rosy lips. My teeth drove into his bottom lip muffling his cry before the venom calmed him.
    I enjoyed the taste of his sweetness. The rush of the blood flowing through his arteries pounded against my fingers, still around his neck. I could have taken it too far, his blood tasted so pure and fresh in my mouth.
    The sensation of his erection against my stomach distracted me from my feed, reminding me that the boy had much to experience in life yet. I needed to stop. Now.
    No one happened to pass as I fed, but if they had they would’ve been too embarrassed to stare, seeing as how we looked like we were indulging in an intimate exchange. The British would be either too polite or too disgusted to interrupt.
    The young man stumbled away, confused after I explained he’d fainted while helping me gather up the things I’d dropped.
    Poor thing, he couldn’t wait to get away from me, his arousal causing his cheeks to redden as he bounced from one foot to the other in an attempt to hide the bulge straining against the denim.
    His young, untainted blood caressed my veins and my heart rate rose to a normal human-like rate. My preternatural senses were also restored.
    Fully energised, I walked to the bar in Mayfair, trying to keep my pace to a fast-walking human one. I felt anxious to be near Marc again. I wanted to take in his scent and have the powerful presence surrounding me.
    Nervous, I smoothed down the folds of my skirt as I approached the large glass