"You know who is the person allowed to taste your blood?"
Sienna had turned frigid. She knew where this talk was heading. She wasn't dumb.
"Me. Only me."
She sucked in her breath and almost stepped back.
Despite ignoring the possibilities, at the back of her mind, she knew this was possible from the moment she stepped foot on the duke's estate. Six years ago, she still remembered how Lemiel was so satisfied with her blood. It was Lemiel first, then Evan.
She didn't know how good her blood tasted for the vampires, but she wished she didn't have such an appealing taste. Now she had to face constant danger while trying to keep herself by her son's side.
Sienna couldn't help but raise her head and look into Lemiel's eyes.
He was full of mischief. Full of darkness.
Lemiel raised a brow, sensing her contempt. "You don't agree with it?"
