His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully
That alone told me this wasn’t just a boring history lecture anymore.
“They’re often mistaken for succubi,” Melinda said. “But the Velari are older. And far more dangerous.”
She started pacing the front of the room, her heels clicking lightly but the silence swallowing the sound.
“They live in human bodies. Women, mostly. But they don’t feed on blood. Or simple lust. No, they thrive on emotional energy. Desire. Craving. Longing.”
I stared at her.
“Especially from vampire men,” she added, stopping in her tracks, eyes cold and sharp. “The ones with quiet strength. The soft ones. The kind ones. They’re like… wine to a Velari.”