"Just do it before I decide to leave your ass here for the cops to haul you off to the morgue."
“Interesting, you argue like a couple." With a flutter of his wings, the little demon hurried toward the clearing leading to the little wharf out on the island. "I’ll go keep watch and make sure your dinner isn’t interrupted."
"I'm not drinking your blood, woman," Xeon demanded, his voice thicker, with an odd accent and strange speech pattern.
"You are going to die here, so… take it or leave it." Mathena didn’t have a clue what was about to happen. Well, nothing beyond a great deal of pain when those huge fangs sank into her flesh.
Thankfully, she was no weakling, and if Xeon needed blood to get him up and moving, then by God, he was going to get blood.
"Do you need an engraved invitation?"
