Chapter 7: Seth’s Diary (entry 2)

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  October 20th, 1628

  The girl might be successfully contained in her bedchamber, but I still detect her in the air. Whenever Chiselle has seen to her, she carries the scent of blood downstairs; it grows thick and heavy in my chest, prompting an ache to settle in my limbs. I have become restless. Ravenous.

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  Since our fleeting encounter yesterday, I have been pacing my private chambers almost endlessly; stalking back and forth like a caged beast, pausing only in Chiselle’s presence.

  When I attempt to rest, all I see behind my closed eyelids is her pulse throbbing beneath the delicate skin of her throat. Her wrists. Inner thighs. The prospect of sinking my teeth into her soft flesh is the only thought that occupies my mind.

  But I cannot, and I will not. Neither my fangs nor my hands shall grace her. She has to remain unharmed.

  And yet, I cannot let her leave until I have tasted her.

  A delightful conundrum.