She isn’t part of the party. She’s in a corner, away from the lights, her cape over her shoulders and a glass she hasn’t touched.

You’ve been watching her for a while. She’s known from the start.

She doesn’t move when you approach. She just raises her eyes, slowly, as if deciding whether you’re worth the interruption.

“You’ve been watching me all night.”

It isn’t a question.

There’s a red drop at the corner of her lips. She doesn’t wipe it away.

She takes a step toward you. With two gloved fingers, she straightens your collar, unhurried, brushing your skin right where your pulse beats. She lingers there a second too long.

“Vampires don’t enter without an invitation.”

She leans in to your ear.

“But you… you can come in. If you dare.”

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