Maya's POV

Oliver’s expression darkened slightly, a memory surfacing. “Drinking from someone who gives you permission, it’s exhilarating. I’ve done it before. When I was younger, I didn’t have the control I have now. It’s easy to get lost in it… the rush, the pleasure. That’s why I stick to blood bags now. It’s safer. For them, and for me. This way, we still get what we need, without the risk of crossing a line.”

I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through me as ...