Sinister Triangle

Jadilica's centuries with Alyssa had already taught her how silence can swallow centuries. Then the housekeeper arrived. Isabella kept her eyes low when she cleaned, yet her pulse betrayed every glance Alyssa stole at the curve of her neck. Soon those glances turned into touches—fingers sliding under lace, quiet gasps swallowed by the velvet dark. Alyssa tried to balance the old vow and the new hunger, straddling Isabella’s mouth while her own fingers circled her clit, letting the mortal taste everything she’d been denied. Jadilica listened from the hallway, every wet sound and whispered confession carving deeper. She could have ended it. Instead she chose to watch, jaw tight, thighs pressed together, refusing the ache between her legs. One night the choice snapped. She sank her teeth into Isabella’s throat and fed until death became forever. When Isabella woke, immortal and furious, the triangle locked into place: two vampires, one unwilling gift, and the mortal heat none of them could ever reclaim.