Eve knew the dangers of associating with a vampire, and here she was dealing with a pureblooded vampire who had already tasted her blood. But she had never come across someone like him. But neither had Vincent.
There was something very sinister with the way he didn't look away from her while he lifted her foot, removing the shoe that fell with a soft clatter.
Vincent said, "Did you know that a person's blood tastes different in different places of the body? Some sweeter than the other spots."
"The neck?" Eve asked, gripping the edge of the desk with her hands while goosebumps formed all over her skin.
"Second," Vincent hummed in response. Eve was curious but at the same time, dreaded to ask what was the first place that tasted better. A small cunning smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "Pick one, view or without a view."
