Chapter Two
2 Months Before The City Of Blood Is Founded
The man's heartbeat is all I can think about. I haven't fed today, and the urge to bite into his neck and drain him dry is harder than I want it to be. But I can't kill him. Not if I want him to build the wall I need.
"How are you this evening, Reese?" he asks, unphased by my potential for death.
"Hungry," I respond, expecting some kind of response from him.
I get nothing. Yet another reason why my city needs to exist. There's no way we can continue with the complacency humans have around vampires. We're killers. Perfectly honed for violence and destruction. Yet they've forgotten that now we're out in the open, visiting blood banks to feed and going about our lives as if there isn't a difference between us.
"Can I get you anyth
