As Laura watched, she didn't think about running. She didn't think about Camille and the certain doom waiting for them. She didn't think about Nikki's pain or Emma's hunger. As she watched, she only thought about herself. She thought about the pleasure she was missing out on. As her two lovers kissed, she felt the sting of jealousy, the neediness of lust. She wanted what they had: the blood and the lips, the hunt and the death.
Her eyes looked over Nikki's body in a new light. Yes, she had lost weight. Her body had been damaged and bled. She was underfed and abused, but she was still beautiful. Her hips were still thick and wide. Her breasts were plump and distracting. Her hair was rich and red. Her freckles were adorable and everywhere. She was still beautiful, and there was still so much of her.
