The pulsing lights of the bar assaulted Lily's senses as she stepped inside, the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something darker – something supernatural – filling her nostrils. She made her way to the bar, her heart pounding in rhythm with the bass that thrummed through the floor.
"Strawberry daiquiri," she called to the bartender, her voice barely audible over the music. As she waited, her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face she both longed for and dreaded to see.
The cool glass pressed into her hand, and Lily took a long sip, the sweetness of the drink doing little to calm her nerves. That's when she caught it – a scent that made her magic surge beneath her skin. Sandalwood and midnight. Vampire. Caspian.
"I didn't expect to see you here again so soon," a smooth voice
