The Hotel de la Paix overlooks Lake Geneva, and the bellhop made a point of opening the doors to the balcony with a grand flourish, showing off the view. The dark waters, framed by the jagged alps, dazzled in the reflected moonlight, but I barely acknowledged the sight. It had been three days since I had fed, and the Hunger was a dull throb in my veins. My fangs ached with it, and the bellhop--a blonde Swiss boy with pale blue eyes--was the focus of my attention. As he turned his head to show us the scenery, my gaze fixed on the artery pulsing in his neck.
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