“I’m not upset I just prefer you to drink from blood bags or off us, not some random person,” Tyson said before sighing.
“Jacob isn’t some random person, Tyson. He is family. I have known him just as long as I have known you,” I told him, not seeing the big deal about it.
“That may be so, but if your mother wasn’t stocking blood bags, you could have rung. Or why didn’t you tell Ryker? He would have made sure there was some there for you," Tyson said, yet I felt like I was intruding by being there, let alone asking for anything.
“It’s fine. You just need to feed, Lucy. Do you want to feed on me, or I can go get you a blood bag,” Tyson said. My face heated up, but I could see he didn’t really like the idea of a blood bag. I didn’t think I would be able to bring myself to bite him. It was
