Soraya looked up at him, “tell Merch that he already knows the answer.”
“I would like to know the answer as well,” Paris said, holding her eyes.
Soraya bit her lip, making Paris smile, thinking, ‘she still does that when she is unsure.’
“Do you want to leave here?” Paris asked.
“No,” Soraya said, but Paris could see that there were many emotions on her face.
“Your face gives you away. I just need to feed to regain my strength and we can be on our way,” Paris said.
“Are you mad? Merch doesn’t allow anyone to drink from me, not even he does,” Soraya said.
“Why not?” Paris asked.
“I don’t know, he just doesn’t, and if a vampire manages to drink from me, he kills them before they can say a word,” Soraya said.
“A secret is locked in you and if a vampire drinks from you, they will know
