Blood Feast & a Restless Conscience

The last chords of the final set faded into the smoky haze of the speakeasy as Victor watched Blair disappear through the door. A wistful ache settled in his chest, a familiar pang of longing mixed with a sliver of something else… fear. He'd caught himself smiling like a lovesick fool more times tonight than he cared to admit. Her laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about, it stirred something deep within him, something he thought had long since turned to ash.