Page 58 of Blood and Hexes

“You don’t mean that.”

He shrugged. “Vampire blood is more potent. It’ll heal you better than human or synthetic.”

Drinking from a vampire was also, well, lewd. At least when it was from a willing participant. Drinking from an enemy was akin to eating his entrails raw, like a barbarian, but with a friend, a lover? That was just about the kinkiest thing vampires could do together. The Eirikrsons, who only drank vampire blood, were the brutes of their race.

Yet, she had to admit, she was curious.

“Do it, child.” Eirikr looked away from Chloe for long enough to glance her way. “He’s stronger than most. His blood will be the difference between life and death.”

“Well, you can’t have any,” Diana shot back.

It was meant to be a joke, but her delivery had been coated with layers of possessiveness.

And damn if Mikar didn’t notice it.

The room darkened, and at its center, a sphere of light materialized, then exploded with fracas.

Eirikr sheathed his sword and took another one in his hand. “They’re here.”

They moved as one, leaving the Institute at vampire speed.

Diana only stopped when a hand held her wrist back. Mikar. She looked up at him questioningly.

He was offering his wrist, pierced by his own fangs. His blood was dark, but not black like hers. Blue.

She didn’t have time to protest or go into a debate about it. War had come to Oldcrest, and she was tired.

So, she drank.

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