“I’ll have to bite you.”
I didn’t think I heard him correctly.
He’ll have to bite me? As in feed on me?
But then again, on the night when he was drunk and I offered him my blood, he told me that he’d never feed on me. What’s the difference?
“You still haven’t read that book, haven’t you?” he asked when I didn’t say anything, and I simply shook my head.
“I only wanted to know how to reject you. But I didn’t find interest in reading the rest. I'd rather hear it from you.”
He nodded with a small sigh. “I won't drink your blood, Amber, if that’s what you thought.” For some reason he sounded offended, but that wasn’t what I wanted my silence to imply.
“No I didn’t-“
“I would never feed on you, okay? The only reason why I’d even bite you is because I have to.”
“Is that what you
