“What are you doing?" Lord Hunt questioned. His eyes moved from her face and down to her exposed neck, then back again.
“I've learned over the last few years that some truths are hard to obtain. Some of them make you uncomfortable and sometimes it's necessary in order to learn the things you want to know," Charlotte explained.
“So, what is it that you think you're offering me that isn't what you've already agreed to?" He asked, slowly walking back towards her.
“You drink from a cup, the blood you bleed from your servants. But I imagine it can't taste the same or feel the same as feeding directly off a living person. I think that's why you lost yourself in it the last time. I don't know why you restrain yourself the way you do and I'm sure you have your reasons, but if you can answer
