“Or you could just get your vanilla from the source.” He tapped the side of my throat.
“There is no world in which I bite your jugular. Vampires don’t do that with anyone other than their mate.”
“Since when?”
“Since the war. Feeding from someone’s neck increases your odds of taking too much and turning or killing your food source.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “You’d pass out from overconsumption before you took enough to knock me out. It’s almost humorous that you think you could kill me.”
“Vampiresarepredators.”
“I saw how well you can fight the first time I bit you. You don’t know anything about hurting someone.”
“I have teeth.” I pointed to my fangs, which were not descended, and I didn’t try to make them descend.
“Everyone has teeth.”
“Okay, well, Icouldaccidentally kill you.” I paused. “Probably.”
“No. I heal too fast.”
“Is that how you gave me so many blood bags?”
He nodded. “No big deal. Two bags, three times, two days apart. It barely affected me.”
My eyebrows raised. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“You’re a vampire’s wet dream.”
His lips curved slowly.
“Notthisvampire’s wet dream,” I added hastily. “Someone else’s. Anyway.” I cleared my throat. “I will take your warning more seriously now, if you will apologize to Carter.”
“I don’t do that.”
“You don’t what? Apologize?”
“Not to humans who want my female.”
Still not touching the thing where he thought Carter wanted me.
Yeah, maybe there was a little interest on his side, but he’d never acted on it. So, what did it matter?
“You can either apologize to Carter, or I can go hug him in apology myself.”
The Alpha’s eyes slitted. “Don’t even think about it.”
I stared at him, my expression flat.
He growled. “Fine. I’ll send a card.”
“Acard? His neck is going to be bruised for at least a week!”
“I’ll send a scarf with it.”
That was even worse.
