Killian's POV
Mandy lay sprawled across the sofa. The faint scent of alcohol lingered in the air.
Her breathing was uneven, her eyelids heavy as she struggled between wakefulness and sleep.
I was about to stand and leave when she suddenly spoke.
"Killian…"
Her voice was soft, changed by intoxication.
I paused. "Yes?" I answered moving closer to her. To see if she needed anything else before I left.
She shifted slightly, her fingers still loosely gripping the edge of my sleeve, as if afraid I might disappear if she let go.
"Did you… come close to me… because of my blood? Do you also want my blood?"
The words were incoherent but I froze when I heard them.
For a moment, I thought I had misheard her. What could I possibly need her blood for?
"Your… blood?" I
