“I don’t know. Do you have them on tap?”
“I don’t understand what you mean,” Drake said.
“Sorry, it’s the way mortals are provided with some of their beverages. Kind of like a constant flow.”
“Ah, I can provide you with a dozen readily enough. Would that suffice for now?”
“It should be plenty.”
The days passed in a blur. When I wasn’t busy creating more weapons or feeding — Drake had stayed to watch both and seemed to derive great pleasure from it — I was supplying sparring partners for the vampires to work with, to hone their skills using switchblades. Of course they weren’t using the real blades, only practice ones. I didn’t want them to waste my blood on play-fighting. I’d also taken to training with the specialists, learning new moves and how to throw the stars with some accuracy,
