Third Person POV
She wandered through the seemingly endless corridors of books, her hand trailing along the spines, feeling the history behind them, the dust rising up in her wake as she wandered without a destination in mind. Lucian was gone, and she had nothing but time on her hands. She felt comforted by the atmosphere in the library, the books a way for her to delve into another world and lose herself in the story of another, but today she just wasn't feeling it. She gave a sigh and ran a hand through her mussed red hair, feeling a bit out of sorts, and biting her lip. She couldn't disturb Lucian and she felt a small pang in her stomach, reminding her that she needed to have more blood. She cringed, still unused to doing such a thing, even though it was necessary for her survival.
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