He just stared at her with a big, stupid grin on his face, like she amused him in some way.
“You’ll have to excuse Donovan. He doesn’t get out much and has shitty social skills.” Campbell slid a glass full of red slush across the massive island, and it stopped right in front of her. She slid onto the stool directly in front of where she stood, gaze locked onto the glass of nourishment as if it were the center of all the universe. Nothing had ever smelled sweeter, and though the idea of drinking blood still seemed very wrong to her, she just told herself it was a cherry slushy, and she’d down it so quickly, she wouldn’t even taste it.
But at one sip, her eyes rolled back into her head, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.
It was just want she’d always craved even though she’d never
