Chapter Eleven
LILLIAN
Isaac’s brow knitted together in disbelief. “Really?” he asked. He rubbed a single tooth with a finger, before sucking on it, and then bared his fangs to her. “Is it all gone now?”
Lillian laughed. “Gross. Seriously, drink some water or something. Someone might notice.”
“I’ll just tell them it's cranberry juice.”
“It doesn’t smell like cranberry juice. Just have something to drink before one of the hostesses notices your teeth, okay?”
“Figured you’d be the careful type.”
“You have to be when you’re a shifter.”
“And a vampire,” Isaac said, but he obliged her request, the loud plastic seal of the small bottle of water cracking loudly in the otherwise silent cabin. “After sloshing water around in his mouth, he said, “Mm, that tasted good.”
“Vincent. Let’s not t
