42. Ghost of A Memory

Still, she didn’t stop. Her grip tightened as if she were a starving woman and he was the only source of sustenance. Her thirst was insatiable, and he was powerless to resist. “R-Rose...” he managed to whisper, his voice a mix of desperation and confusion. The words caught in his throat as the burning sensation increased, spreading like wildfire. His body screamed for relief, but she clung to him, mercilessly, her need overshadowing his pain. Jayden’s body convulsed as the burning pain intensified. He squirmed in her grip, his breaths ragged, and his once-rosy complexion faded to a sickly shade of pale. A guttural growl of agony tore from his throat, echoing in the small, suffocating space between them. That sound—raw and primal—was enough to jolt her back. She released him abruptly, stumbling a step away, her hands trembling at her sides. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her red irises glowing like embers in the dim room. Her fangs, sharp and glistening with his