Sara smiled.
"Found you," she said.
The words were soft, almost gentle, but they carried a weight that made Anaya's blood run cold. The vampire stood over her, her violet hair catching the moonlight, her red eyes gleaming with something that might have been hunger or might have been curiosity.
Her pale skin was smeared with blood, the blood of the men she had killed, the blood that still dripped from her lips.
Anaya's hands were still tied behind her back, the rope cutting into her wrists, the rough fibers digging into her skin. She tried to scramble away, her bare feet slipping in the mud, her body shaking with terror.
But she had no strength left. No hope left. All she could do was stare up at the monster who had saved her and wonder if she was about to die.
"Stay away from me," she said, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper. "Please. Stay away."
