Evanna's high pitched question echoed through the cave. She stared at the vampire whose lips were now covered in her blood; he was quite a sight she found herself mesmerised by. But his words were what snapped her out of staring at his lips that he licked ever so slowly. Evanna gulped and looked away, blushing.
"You said I was elven-fae mixed breed.." She whispered, trailing off as her mind was trapped with a whirlwind of questions. One question standing above all else was: Who was fae in her family?
Killian's grip on her hands relaxed, but he did not move away from her. "Fae blood is sweet and addictive, elven is somewhat similar in taste most likely because of the powers the two kinds possess. But there is a difference. You also have.." He raised his hand to her cheek, grazing gently under her right eye with his thumb, "a peculiar eye colour. They reminded me of another I knew long ago. He was half-fae and elf."
