Snarling in anger, Hyakuhei made his way to his bedchamber. Slamming the door behind him, he took in the familiar and comforting darkness before letting his gaze land on the largest piece of furniture in the room.
Lying upon his bed was a young girl that Yuuhi had undoubtedly stolen from the nightclub and brought for him to drink. His gaze locked on her trembling form as he strode purposely toward her, angry at the intrusion on his solitude.
The scent of her fear and the pounding of her blood normally would have excited him… but his prey now disgusted him. She was lacking in every way.
She had long, fiery red hair but it wasn’t auburn and silk-like as he craved. The dullness of hazel eyes were what stared back at him, not green emeralds. Her skin wasn’t soft enough and her scent was not
