Second Cup 4
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“It was a pleasure to share our moments. But forgive me, I<br />
must partake in the feast. The gambling feast”<br />
He took Mora’s hand to bestow a kiss. But he jolted erect at<br />
their touch, his face registering shock. Mora sucked in her<br />
breath. Attuned to the warmth of blood flowing through a body,<br />
she detected none. He stirred no hunger within her. Yet a spark<br />
ignited, a longing from a far distant past.<br />
“Come. You must stroll the deck with me,” Striga insisted,<br />
gripping her elbow and drawing her through the crowd.<br />
Stunned by the current surging into her, she allowed him to<br />
lead her outside. At a desolate stretch of handrail, he at last<br />
released his hold.<br />
He whispered, “I know you.”<br />
Mora gasped. Was this a past mark unremembered? A<br />
vampire hunter who’d escaped detection? She turned to flee. He<br />
caught her wrist.<br />
“Do not leave,” he said, his voice husky. “I know you.<br />
Because we are the same, thriving in the dark on the blood of<br />
others.”<br />
Again, Striga’s touch burned through her, heating the cold<br />
flesh of the undead and igniting a flicker of life and lust left<br />
dormant for centuries. She shivered in the soft Caribbean air.<br />
“This can’t be happening to me. My feelings died centuries<br />
ago.”<br />
Striga stepped closer. He cupped her chin, bringing an<br />
unnatural flush to her pale skin.<br />
“In all my years of thirsting for blood, I have never<br />
considered the soul I once was. Yet since embarking upon this<br />
cruise, I have had a sense of disquiet. Now your touch incites an<br />
awakening in me for what has been long lost. I see in your eyes<br />
that you, too, have been stirred.”<br />
Entranced by his silvery voice and penetrating stare, she<br />
uttered the secret shared only with Anya.