TESSA POV
I woke up the following morning to someone opening the door again and it was Sawyer. He was bringing in my breakfast for me. He placed the tray down on the side of my bed and he checked my bullet wounds. The one on my shoulder and my arm. And he needed to change the dressing.
"How did you sleep?" Sawyer asked.
"Fan-fucking-tastic. And you?" I asked not really caring.
"Alright. Dumb question." He says.
"What the fuck is this?" I asked looking in the mug that he bought in.
"It's blood. Katherine wants the baby to start getting used to the taste." He explained.
"I am not drinking that shit. I have never drank blood in my life. Except for maybe a couple of times when I was a wolf. But that's only while I was hunting. I am not knowingly going to drink blood. I want coffee." I demand.
"I'll try to get you some coffee." He says.
"Good. Because I'm not nice unless I have coffee in the morning." I say.
