A moment later, he bit his wrist and held it to my lips. "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

I obeyed, holding his wrist to my lips. This time, it tasted different, delicious. In fact, the more I drank, the more I craved.

"Leila, that's enough," Lance said after a few minutes. I looked into his eyes and he was surprised that I drank so willingly, literally craving his blood. I quickly came to my senses and forced myself to stop.

"I'm sorry," I said, ...