I thought drinking a vampire's blood would be more intimate, but Matthew had made the whole thing transactional. I stood on the other side of the island from him while I watched him ooze his own blood into a glass from a slice on his palm.
Watching him fill the glass had become a normal thing at that point. I wasn't a vampire—yet—but I was well on my way after drinking Matthew's blood before every meal for a month.
I spaced out on the bloody knife nearby until... Continue reading