Chapter 16
CynthiaRed liquid sloshed in Hart’s wine glass. There was blood in it. I knew it. I smelled it.
Blood was disgusting. I didn’t want it. At all. Not even the smallest sip. It was totally gross. I would not look cute drinking blood.
“Are you getting thirsty?” Hart asked.
“No,” I lied, and he had to know I was lying. It had been a week since Felix had bitten me. Worse, my last final was tomorrow, so I was all out of excuses for why I couldn’t go hunting. Well, besides blood being totally gross.
“How are you feeling in the sun?” Felix asked me. He was in his usual place on Hart’s left. Roan sat on the right, and Blister kept his post by the window.
“No difference,” I said, and this time, it was the truth.
“She has rays of sunshine up her a*s. Why would you think the sun would
