Ch. 17: Venomous Heart (3)
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flapped them once, sending pine needles drifting over the grass.

            A man (if he could be called that any longer) near her observed her actions and copied them. The breeze from his wings wafted a new scent up Melanie’s nose. Fresh blood. Living, pumping blood. She began to salivate as she looked around for the source of the smell, and she was not the only one. Her gaze fell on the huddle of children. She could see the smooth, fresh perfection of their skin. Every pigment in the eyes, hair, and skin tones popped out at her. But her eyes focused on their veins and the blood flowing within.

            They stared back with petrified, open-mouthed horror. She would have them all. Needed them all. Th...

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