Seven

I did my best to ignore his statement, as well as his eyes as they watched my every move while I searched for my food. He seemed fascinated by what I was doing as I pulled out a premade meal from the fridge and threw it in the microwave.

"Do you eat?" I asked over my shoulder as I closed the microwave and set the cook time. When there was no response, I began to backtrack in the stupidity of my question. Of course, he ate. He was a living creature after all…at least, I thought he was. "I mean, what would you like to eat? I ordered a few options this week."

The timer counted down as the food spun around in the microwave. The lack of response was distracting, and I turned to him, waiting to hear him respond. His black eyes felt hot when I saw them staring at me with an amused smirk on his soft pink lips.

"I do not sustain myself with that kind of meal." His words left much to the imagination. The image of him ripping into raw meat with his teeth, blood drip