CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Luca took the bag and opened it up so we could both see the contents. My eyes widened as I beheld a powdered substance. “Is it the spice she had?”
Luca took a pinch of it and rubbed it between his fingers. A sour aroma arose from the powder. “Yes, the goirt we need.” He lifted his eyes to the bemused vampire. “I can’t thank you enough for procuring this for us.”
Marcus scoffed. “I have no need of thanks.” His eyes fell on me, and he gave me a toothy grin. “Your mate’s blood, however, would be an adequate show of appreciation. Perhaps just a pint or two would suffice.”
Sfetnic grabbed his master’s shoulder. “That I cannot allow-”
In the blink of an eye Marcus had vanished. A cold breath blew across the back of my neck. “Perhaps the Lady should have a sa
