"What do you mean? Like you and me? Lucien should only take my blood or your blood. Is that it?" Blair tried to confirm the information she got from Maev.
"That's exactly what I'm saying, but I'm telling you I'm not and will never sacrifice for this vampire. I know what they’re like, and he knows that I hate him. He might kill me. So…” The witch sighed, shaking her head at Blair. “I’m sorry but I will never offer to feed him with my blood." Maev stood up and walked away from them.
"You don't have to. I will do it," Blair said with a firm but a shaky voice. Anyone can sense the fear in it.
Lucien, who had been having difficulty making out a word, used his gesture to disagree. He kept on shaking his head while he was wincing with pain. Lucien was scared to do it to Blair because even if he was a vampire, he had managed years and years of not tasting blood. So, he couldn't assure that he could control himself after tasting it again.
