The moment the metallic flavour of blood hit her tongue, a jolt cracked through Anastasia's body. Dense and heavy, a gray fog swirled over her irises, blanketing her vision in a haze until it was all she could see. Unlike the time she had fed from Declan, it all happened so fast. She couldn't have stopped it, couldn't have pulled back from her mother's wrist if she had tried. The fog held her now. It's pillow mist filling her lungs with each intake of breath. So thick she could taste it, smell it, feel it throbbing through her skin, down her arms and legs in a powerful tremble that rocked her. Part of her realized the energy rush came from her mother's blood ripping through her veins. Realized she now tasted the madness that Luthur sought his whole life and the addiction that had changed t
