Chapter Six
A loud gulp escapes me the moment Catherine closes the door, leaving the two of us alone in the small room she’s brought us to. I have no idea what’s going on, but the sounds of the party are too far away for me to be completely comfortable. If she wants to kill me, then she’ll have an easy job of it.
“Would you like some blood?” she asks, pulling out a hip flask and two shot glasses from her bag. It’s bigger than my clutch, but for some reason, I’m still surprised that she has those things in there.
“I’m okay, thank you.” My voice trembles as I speak.
Pull it together, Chloe. The words spin around my mind, but they don’t help me gain control.
Catherine chuckles. “It’s not the same stuff that’s in the other room, don’t worry. You never want to drink that.”
“Why not?” I as
