Voltron Shay Novels & Stories

Shay sits back on the front of my desk and plays with her fingers in her hand while Trish reprimands me for so easily sharing information, but I know what I feel, and I want to trust my instincts. I release my canines, making Trish jump back and look at me surprised. I walk over and stand in front of Shay as I bite my wrist and hold it out for her to take. "You're kind of crazy," Shay laughs but takes my wrist. "You sound like Liam," I giggle with her as I watch her look at the blood now dripping from my wrist onto the hardwood floor beneath us. She takes my wrist up to her mouth before pausing, "How much do I need?"" she asks.