The Vampire's Tribute
“Your pet seems much more agreeable, Damien. You will have to share your secrets with me.”
Damien hummed but didn’t otherwise answer.
Henry inched closer to me. As he did, I could tell from the sheen in his eyes and the smell of liquor on his breath, that he was drunk.
“Yours is beautiful too,” Henry said. “But it’s more than beauty that tempted you, Damien, wasn’t it? There have been so many other beautiful ones.” Henry’s eyes never left me. “Her blood must be divine, to make you want to drink again.”