Chapter 3Seth’s hands curled into fists. His muscles flexed. Readying to defend himself if Laurent attacked. Which he wasn’t going to, but he didn’t mind seeing Seth all riled up this way.
“I hadn’t planned on dyin’ tonight.”
“I hadn’t planned on killing you.”
Still tensed and prepared to fight his way out of here, Seth eyed him with both caution and suspicion.
“But…ya said…”
“That I thirst for and want your blood, yes. I never said I would kill you.”
“Then how…”
Laurent eased behind the chair, slow enough as not to startle Seth, and slipped his hands over his shoulders. His entire body went rigid beneath Laurent’s touch, but he refrained from moving or looking over his shoulder. A remarkable sign of faith. Or simple stupidity.
“Drinking your blood doesn’t need to result in your de
