Perilous Love in the Night Rain

The fumes of alcohol from that night still hadn’t fully faded. Seraphina Vale leaned against the bar, and from across the entire dance floor, she locked eyes on the girl in the corner whose ears were burning all the way to the tips. When she walked over, her steps were deliberately slow, as if giving her prey time to flee. What she hadn’t expected was that the girl named Lydia Ashford would, in the rising steam of the bathroom, use trembling fingers to strip away her poised and unruffled facade.