Victoria's POV
She closed her eyes and inhaled — slowly, deeply — like she was tasting the air.
Shit.
Panic curled like barbed wire in my gut. She could smell it—the blood. I was on my period, and this vampire woman just took a long, deliberate breath like she was sampling vintage wine. My heartbeat stuttered. My body screamed for flight.
But where the hell could I go?
I could practically feel her zeroing in on the scent of blood. My blood.
Period blood.
God, I hadn’t even considered that could attract others.
Please, please don’t let her be in a blood frenzy. I wasn’t ready to die. Not in sweatpants and someone else’s oversized shirt.
When her eyes opened, the hatred there had mutated—twisted into something far worse.
Loathing.
And then came the smile.
Wicked. Knowing. Cruel.
