Man, what I would give for an ounce of your blood right now.” I stiffened, and he laughed. “For research. Not for tasting.” He paused. “Well, maybe for tasting. You smell kinda nice.” “Uh, thank you?” There was no fucking way I was giving him my blood. Hybrid or not, I was still a trained warlock, and I knew better than to give my blood to anyone. Bowie was laughing hysterically. I really like this guy.
