Marcus knew the scent of Olivia’s body and the taste of her blood. What he didn’t know was how he knew something so intimate about her. Since the first moment Marcus caught Olivia’s fragrance, he had followed her each night and had done so for nearly a year. On occasion, Marcus thought he sensed Olivia following him, but when he turned to find her, Olivia was all, but a memory. Perhaps she’d been an illusion, taunting him to near madness.
Each evening as the sun melted into the ocean blue, Marcus found himself walking alone in the dark. Once again, Olivia’s unforgettable essence moved into his nostrils, the memory of her blood stirred him, rendering his body with desires. She was close.