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were filled with yearning.
    “My lady,” Jany managed, but lost the rest of the sentence. She was half naked in front of a baroness who barely could conceal her desire. An obvious longing for her. And the baroness had touched her in a decidedly sensual way. To complicate matters even more, this aristocrat would soon be nearby – perhaps even watch – as Jany would attempt to save a maid’s soul by making love to her. Jany’s mind threatened to shut down in sheer panic.
    At the same time, Jany was more alive than she ever had been before. While she was nervous beyond reason, pure lust filled her every nerve. Trembling, she allowed the baroness to pull off her shirt and untie the ribbons that held up her skirt, and soon her skirt joined her other clothes on the floor.
    Sliding her fingers inside Jany’s smallclothes, the baroness stepped closer to Jany. The woman’s lips were an inch from Jany’s ear as she spoke.
    “You must make her climax,” the baroness whispered and slowly pushed Jany’s smallclothes down her legs. “The stories I have heard says so. Make her come, and the curse is removed, fleeing her body with she screams.” The baroness kneeled and continued to undress Jany, confidently but reverently.
    “I thought my lady had read it in a book,” Jany mumbled in a state of near-panic. Keeping still while the baroness ran her hands along her body was nearly impossible. Carefully, she took a step backwards to let the baroness remove her last clothes.
    Unclothed and shivering, Jany stood naked while facing one of the most beautiful women she had ever met. And nearby was another, equally stunning woman, who had been bitten by a vampire. People could lose their minds for less. And yet, this was only the beginning.
     Still kneeling, the baroness looked up at Jany with a shy smile, and Jany’s body responded with a tremor. Something inside Jany shifted, as if the baroness’s intense gaze burned away all concern and left only lust in its wake. Thunder rumbled again, closer this time. The hard rain and the wild winds blended into a loud, continual hiss. Sounds and scents seemed to gain in strength.
    “Book or tales,” the baroness said briskly and stood up again. “What does sources matter now? You are about to save a life.” Smiling wistfully, she turned to the bed. “Go to her now,” she said. “Bless her soul from the mare that rides her. You know what you must do.”
    “I do,” Jany replied. Speaking was difficult, but not from fear; her hesitation came from her desire. What had started as a calm surge was now a fierce, roaring river.
    The baroness reached behind her back, produced a large fan and sprung it open. Waiting, she watched Jany over the edge. Her eyes were unreadable.
    A thought came to Jany, and her heart skipped a beat. “What if she bites me?” she asked.
    “She cannot.” The baroness fanned herself and shook her head. “I understood from my readings – and the stories I have heard – that it takes many days for them to develop their bloodlust and their fangs. Right now, she is merely an unusually handsome woman, suffering from an illness only you can dispel.” There was an edge of desperation to the baroness’s voice; clearly, the tension was getting to her too.
    “Of course,” Jany whispered. “But still –”
    “Go.” The baroness gently urged Jany forward. “I will remain here. Eyes adverted, of course.”
    Nodding, Jany took a step forward while thoughts raced through her mind. What was happening to her? From what dark recess in her mind had this mad, reckless hunger exploded? She was helplessly in the grip of her own desire for the maid. Unless she controlled herself, she did not know what would happen. The baroness’s influence was dangerous; she was charismatic enough to make anyone agree to anything. 
    Jany crossed the floor and approached the bed. She felt half in trance, at once numb and electrified. The maid was watching her while she came closer.