Chapter 17
HartI smelled the arrival of a human. For a brief second, I considered letting Golden handle it because he had been good with Cynthia. He seemed to know what she wanted and needed.
But this was my clan. She was still my responsibility. I had to make sure everything went well.
The shadows wrapped around me and spat me out in the wine cellar where we did all the bleedings. The woman they had grabbed sat in the corner, her arms wrapped around her knees, her wild eyes darting between Golden, Cynthia, and me.
And Cynthia was trying to calm her down.
“The longer you interact with them, the harder it’ll be.” The first rule of vampirism I had learned was that playing with food made things complicated. And I hadn’t even been a vampire when I had learned it.
“No one is going to bite
