Evelina stared at her almost empty bottle of Claret. If she was not that exhausted the whole day yesterday, and if no one had ruined her mood- she would not be worrying about being so hungry before dawn.
But she also would not be worrying about anything before dawn if she had no plans of strolling around while everybody was asleep, searching for the mortal criminal. But she had.
She released a deep breath, her temper rising as her fangs desired to once again experience the feeling of pressing itself on the soft skin of a prey. Would there be any harm with taking a small amount of blood from the mortal? She would make sure it would not hurt him.
Not that much, anyway.
She looked at the mirror, seeing an almost out of control, unattractive lady. Evelina blinked, her reflection gone and once again there. She had never liked mirrors before, simply because Lionel did not like them either.
