“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
God, his eyes were terrifying; dark and blue and practically depthless. She wondered what she might see if she touched him.
She wondered how fast he would get tired of her. One hand closed around the vial, the chain sliding through her fingers. “I have to ask you something first.”
“And what might that be?” he asked, eyes searching hers intently. She was holding the vervain — he had no power over right now.
“What did you see, before you bought me that drink? Why did you do that?” It always matters. What makes people notice.
It also matters, what makes people leave.