Mina and Noah sat on the floor, still completely naked, and gazed at each other in disbelief.
“Thank you for offering me your blood,” Mina said softly.
“Of course,” Noah replied breathlessly. “I’m curious…what does it taste like to you?”
“Yours is so different from anything else,” she replied slowly, pondering his question. “When I drink from something alive, like you or an animal, it’s warm. But when I drink it from a pitcher, or even from Luca, er, I mean Professor Van der Linden, it’s cold. But it’s supposed to be warm, so I like it better that way.”
“So, I taste like a wild animal?” Noah asked, wagging his eyebrows impishly.
“You taste way better,” Mina smirked. “But it’s wrong to drink from non-Vampires, so we shouldn’t do that again.” Her eyes glanced down toward the floor as
