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Her knees buckled. The craving was instant, absolute.

Mara gasped back into her body. The fracture was weeping—not liquid, but a thick, honeyed scent of jasmine and burnt sugar. Her throat tightened. She felt an absurd, crushing thirst. Voluptuous Xtra 1

And hesitated.

“Leave,” she said.

She didn’t drink.