Alessandro was cackling. Eliza cursed herself for being upset - even briefly - that she'd spit wine onto whatever it had hit. She needed to be angry at him for what he had suggested, not feeling bad about something that didn't matter at all - certainly not to him.
"You'll-" sputtered Alessandro, "You'll need more wine. I see yours is elsewhere." He was still chuckling. Eliza's head was spinning. Should she be mad? Was he joking? He was joking. He was making fun of her. Alessandro hadn't been taking her seriously. How could he? He was a billionaire vampire. Life had no consequences for him. This was a man who did not know how to take things seriously.
He poured her more wine. Her fury returned, but she checked it. Being furious about something that this man was using to toy with her felt
