Embraced by Blood. Laurie London
the smell was old, Serrano had definitely been here.
But there was something more.
He pulled back the comforter and sniffed again.
Although faint, the smell of sex still clung to the sheets. Serrano had fucked someone in this shit hole? A whore? Did he drain her as well? Rejavik didn’t detect any blood scent, though.
He was about to leave when his hand alighted on a lump near the foot of the bed. Flipping back the comforter entirely, he spotted a tiny, wadded ball of black string and lace forgotten on the sheets, kicked off in the heat of the moment.
With just the tip of a finger so as not to disturb the scent, he lifted the flimsy material to his nose.
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