Private My Dahlia

[Chelsee Gray]

Chelsee's eyes darkened.

"I'm not yours to claim. Not yours to contain. You don't scare me."

 

[Baird Throne]

Baird's voice dropped to a near whisper.

"I should."

He stepped back into the shadows, toward the door—but didn't leave.

"I won't return uninvited again. But you'll feel me. Every time you hunger."

He turned slightly, glancing toward the cracked moonstone on the table.

"That stone was from your first death, wasn't it? The one your sire gave you before the fire?"

He knew.

"I remember," Baird continued. "Because I watched. You survived the flames. You rebuilt. But even then… you weren't cured. Just clever."

He nodded once, without malice. "I'll be watching again."


Then he was gone.


Just like that.