After our conversation, I try to distract myself. I check the correspondence but find only letters from useless people I couldn’t care less about—including that bastard Zerion. He suggests a meeting between the three main Pure families and the rebellious Halfbloods. Bored with so much drivel, I decide to pour myself a drink while I think. I summon one of the feeders, and a blonde girl with a heart-shaped face appears, knowing perfectly what I expect of her. She makes the cut herself to pour her blood into my cup. I would never sink my fangs into her, no matter how seductively she bats her lashes, hoping I’ll do it.
The other night I was a fool—I almost broke one of my own rules. That’s not like me. I’ve never even considered biting one of them.
That beast seems determined to make me reco
