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"Blood has a memory, Mr. Winters." Alcina says carefully, running her thumb along the blade of her knife and looking at Ethan without blinking. " I drink the blood to feel what the victim felt. I revel in it as if it were the most precious nectar."
The American is silent, greedily grasping her every word. He moves closer with trepidation as the brunette, consumed by a sudden revelation, sits down beside her. Ethan holds out his hand, thinking she has come for his blood, but Lady Dimitrescu shakes her head negatively.
"My blood flows in your veins, tends and spreads venom into your lungs. From now and forever you belong to me."
The brunette moves closer to the edge of the bed, and Ethan, dazzled by her vicious beauty, the one against which the water breaks on the rocks, turning into salty foam; the one about which the birds howl, nailed into cages; the one from the sight of which the green forest, smelling of wet earth and treetops, dotted with dew like precious pearls, can be seen. Alcina looks expectantly, but doesn't dare touch, as if the man, burning with the lack of warmth, will pounce on her himself, but it doesn't happen.
"What is it that you desire, Mr. Winters?"
"You."