He grunts, going over to the bar and pouring two glasses of the blood we had delivered this afternoon. He mixes it with some old age scotch and hands it to me.
The first sip is heaven, but it’s so different now. I can take my time, savor the flavor. I don’t have to gulp it down and reach for another bag. I haven’t even needed to feed on a human since changing Odessa.
“Let’s take her to the club. Maybe if she sees another side of us, she’ll be more agreeable,” I say.
Draven’s eye cast toward the window before he turns back to me. “Yeah, that could work. It will be normal for her. And we can let her see we’re not total dicks. She’ll meet the others too.”
“I’m going to tell Julius now. Remember Drav, her trusting us is more important than your ego.”
“Fuck you, T.”
I leave with a bit of hope tucked behind my black heart.