Cordelia Constance Violet de Vere laid a gentle hand on Lucius's arm. "You have changed."
Lucius looked deep into her sapphire eyes and brushed a raven lock away from the alabaster skin of her heart-shaped face. "You have saved me," he said. "You taught me good. You taught me love."
She smiled brilliantly. Lucius slit her throat and caught the blood in a silver basin. Some splashed onto his robes and he swore. Obtaining the blood of a Mary Sue was the most tedious part of this potion.
But it was worth it to keep his hair so silky.