THE BASS POUNDED IN Mina's ears, while the thrum of a hundred heartbeats pulsed through her veins. A woman jostled her, and Mina turned to glare. Something fluttered under her sternum at the sight of the woman, with her neck exposed by her low-cut top and high-piled hair. Mina clenched her teeth tight together and forced herself to look away. I know I'm hungry...thirsty...whatever. I don't need a reminder, she grumbled at the beast inside. Scanning the faces in the club as if they were a series of warped, strobe-lit mugshots, she saw no sign of Jack. With her own pulse drowned out by the enveloping music, she couldn't sense his blood song in the crowd. But there was something nearby that set her fangs on edge. She tapped her thigh offbeat to the music.
Maybe it's just hunger. Or maybe I'm
