Irene gasped as soon as she saw blood on her fingers. The kiss, which she had assumed to be a dream, had occurred in real and the proof lay in her hand.
The light from the candelabra beside her bed, which Reyna had lit for her before she left the room, fell on her fingers. The striking red color against her fair fingers hit her eyes hard, reminding her of the kiss she had shared with the mystery man in her dream.
Irene shook her head fervently to see if she was still dreaming and rubbed her blood-stained hand using her clean hand. However, nothing she did could clean the bloodstains on her fingers. Even though it was just two droplets, they still bewildered and frightened Irene more than she could even imagine.
