Marcus Cutler POV:

Julia and I sat in a small diner. I was making my way through a Belgian waffle while Julia just smiled at me from across the table. It made some sense, since she couldn’t take nutrients from normal food, and since she had taken so much blood from me lately, she probably wouldn’t need to eat again for a while. Still, it was a little uncomfortable for her to be watching me while I ate.

“So, is this diner what you wanted to show me, Julia?” I asked when my ...