A coppery taste coats my tongue and I cough, gagging as more liquid is poured down my throat. I try to turn away, to move, to freaking even open my eyes, but I can't. Someone is holding my head.
Even if none of my muscles seem to work.
"That's it, mon couer, a little more," Jacques murmurs.
His voice is soothing, like I want to listen to him, want to please him. Then I remember what he wanted me to do. Drink vampire blood.
"No," I choke out. Anger and terror swirling in my gut.
He sighs heavily and the hands on my head move. The metallic drink is removed and I force my eyes open. A woman...no a vampire sits across from me. She's wearing a black tank top and jeans. When she offers me a smile, her fangs show and I scoot away from her.
"I will not harm you, Brene," she says in a French
