“What?” That smirk took on a roguish edge. “My female is even thirstier than I’d thought.” Tabitha’s brows furrowed. “Did you just… Did you seriously…” She shook her head. “Nope, we’re not going there.” “No, we aren’t. Not yet.” Zevris plucked the glass from her hand, leaned forward, and placed it on the nightstand. He picked up both plates and sat upright again, holding one to her. “But soon you will learn that I can quench your thirst and satisfy your every hunger.”
