The harder I tried not to weave on my feet the more I did. I felt and was acting as if I were totally drunk.

Paul steadied me and raised his eyebrow in a question.

"I'm fucked up." I hoped I was thinking and not speaking.

His lips formed a big O.

I looked at the Elder again. "What did you do to me?"

"Me? It was you that drank the blood from an Elder, but you taste as good to me as I did to you, Succubae."

"Succubae? You mean those female sex ...