Second Cup 4
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Forbitten<br />
Love<br />
by<br />
Barbara Rein<br />
Mora flicked out her tongue to lick the corners of her<br />
red-stained lips, savoring every drop of the sweet<br />
nectar. The vessel she drank from had more<br />
wrinkles than she would have liked, but vintage blood had that<br />
exquisite taste of honey. Delectable. Come morning, a retired<br />
attorney would wake in his Royal Caribbean stateroom with a<br />
vicious hangover. But he’d have no memory of being the main<br />
course at a lady vampire’s midnight buffet.<br />
Satisfying the hunger left Mora exhausted. She dragged<br />
herself to the suite she shared with her dwarf maidservant, Anya,<br />
and slipped out of her red off-the-shoulder silk dress. One of a<br />
wardrobe of red dresses chosen for its forgiving color. Letting it<br />
puddle to the floor, she yawned.<br />
“I’m sorry, Anya. I’m too tired to hand it to you.”<br />
Though the bed bezckoned, Mora never availed herself of<br />
the ship’s luxurious linens. Instead, as she had done nightly for<br />
over a hundred years, she raised the lid of an oversized steamer<br />
trunk and climbed in. Securing the vault from inside, she settled<br />
in and slept the sleep of the undead till the next sunset.
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