Chapter EightAnna woke up with the overwhelming metallic scent of blood in her nose. It had entered her room and tickled her nostrils, dragging her against her will from the deepest slumber. She didn't recall what she'd been dreaming of, just that the color red had entered her mind barely a moment before she'd become alert.
Now that she sat up straight in bed, she was even more aware of it. It was irresistible.
She quickly put on a robe and rushed out of her room.
The hallway was empty.
Within moments, she had found her way down the stairs all the way to the library. Inside, Lucille and Michael were already waiting.
"Are you thirsty?" Michael asked, raising one of those same antique crystal glasses from last night toward her. It was filled with the most beautiful deep red liquid Anna
