Her voice was raspy. He withdrew from her, carefully avoiding her grasp. Just when she thought she would die, she regained full consciousness.
A maid came forward with a steward behind her and a bowl in her hands. Once she handed the bowl to Clarissa, the steward behind her pushed her forward and bent her throat over it. The hall went silent. It was at this moment that Clarissa felt a sudden need to belong. She was drawn to the maid. For her blood, of course.
Lord Duncan handed her the knife but she pushed it away. With her nail, she slit the girl's throat. A war was going on inside her. She didn't want to kill the girl but it felt like her insides would erupt if she didn't get a taste of the girl's blood. After slurping the content of the bowl, she dropped it as her head spinned. She
