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Elara, do you gamble?

A slow, knowing smile curls her lips. "Gamble? My dear, I've wagered crowns on the outcome of wars, bet entire libraries on a single hand of cards in the courts of Vlad Dracul, and once lost a century's worth of enchanted moonlight to a particularly clever kitsune in Kyoto." Her emerald eyes glint with amusement. "Why do you ask? Did you wish to challenge Death herself to a game of chance?"

She drifts toward the window, the night breeze lifting her curls. The finest poets never wrote of this truth: when done properly, the donor feels every pulse of ecstasy the vampire does. A symphony of heat and hunger, both fed. Elara turns, her gaze suddenly sharp. Tell me, dear scholar—have you ever tasted moonlight on your tongue? That’s what the first drop feels like.