I Wanted His Blood

I didn't want to lie. "Yes. I went into the other realm. He, the hunter, was there." I washed my hands and patted a wet paper towel over my face.

"I don't know if it's a good idea for me to be here."

At my words, his eyes grew wide in mock terror, and he circled his neck with his hands.

Lifted one brow comically. "Thirsty? Do you vant to suck my blood?" He spoke with the lively silliness of an old-fashioned vampire from a black and white movie, but the worry in his body was evident. Palpable.

I sighed, turning and leaning my butt against the sink.

"I am worried I might bite someone. Your blood pulls at my bloodlust, but not too bad," I said so he wouldn't be afraid.

His face fell.

Dorian actually seemed sad that I didn't want his blood.

Which wasn't true, anyway.

Of course, I wanted his blood.

It smelled intoxicating.

"Oh," he stepped closer, his features changing from teasing to seriousness. "If you ever do need some - blood, I mean - you're welcome to mine."

I gasped. "Do yo