“Are you going to open it?” She looked between me and the bag.
I stared at it. “No way.”
She nodded.
I kept staring.
She did too.
“You have to do it, Bloom.”
I was already unbuckling the bag and pulling the flap upward before she finished speaking. Where my self-control had gone, I didn’t know. I’d blame the lack of it on Maverick’s scent, which still lingered on the bag just slightly.
We both stared down into the large compartment.
“Are thoseblood bags?”
“Yeah.”
I counted them silently.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Two for every week I’d gone without blood.
Whoever he had gone to for information about vampires knew what they were talking about. One pint of blood from the vein was enough to keep a vampire feeling decent for a week, but bagged blood was different.
No one had figured out why, but we needed twice as much if it wasn’t from the vein.
Which was why the Guild rarely agreed to give out bagged blood.
The unmated vampire population was small, but the Guild was barely big enough to sustain it.
Harper pulled a folded sheet of paper out of an interior pocket next to the blood, and opened it.
“Don’t bite anyone,” she read aloud.
“Who signed it?”
“Who do you think?”
I snagged the paper from her and read it again. His handwriting was messy, and he’d signed it,Mav.
If that was his nickname, I hadn’t heard anyone use it.
My hand automatically lifted the paper to my nose to see if it smelled as sweet as he did.
“Are you sniffing the paper?” Harper asked, her voice incredulous.
