“ You can just say ‘bitch.’ I hear it enough. ”
“Alright then -” she turns, lips curled recklessly upward. If there is one vampire not to test, it would be the one before her; but Camille has never been one to err on the side of caution. She leans across the table which separates them, the electricity of intoxicating danger forcing her tongue to act before her mind can catch up.“- Bitch. At least you’re self-aware.”
But it took a bitch to know a bitch; though Camille hadn’t lived thousands of years, she was wise enough to know that to be a fact.















