He gulped down the entire fluid in one swift motion, then licked his bloodstained lips lavishly. I knew it! A handsome, calm vampire lord is too good to be true.
I knew vampires lived on blood, but I never imagined they served it in cups as if it were wine. Gross!
"Have you served the one?" he asked the trembling maid kneeling before him.
She nodded, quivering as she spoke, "Yes, Your Lordship!"
"Good. Scram!" he commanded. The terrified maid scurried away, taking the tray and the smelly cup with her.
I fell silent for a while, running out of things to discuss with Valerius. My mind wandered back to Centura—would Lord Lucian and his crew come looking for me?
"I am a stranger in your world. Why didn't you question me? You didn't even seem surprised to see me, almost as if you were expecting me," I said, staring at Valerius, who seemed lost in his own thoughts.
I pressed on, "Whose hand pulled me into the portal?"
