The sound of footsteps approaching broke my concentration, and I stiffened. The door opened, and another girl I hadn’t seen yet entered, her eyes scanning me with an almost calculating expression. Her irises gleamed unnaturally in the low light, a subtle amber tint flickering like a warning. Her skin was flawless and pale, so smooth it looked almost cold to the touch, too perfect to be human.
“Oh, God! Are you the new w***e?” she asked, her eyes fixed on me like I was some kind of curiosity. There was a predator’s interest in her gaze—measured, appraising, as though she were deciding how much blood I was worth. I didn’t reply.
She started walking toward me with an unnatural grace, like her limbs moved just a beat too smoothly, too precisely. The scent that followed her was oddly earthy m
