A low, feminine moan echoes from Will’s office. I didn’t realize he had already returned from hunting. Straightening my collar, I stride down the hall. His door is cracked open, which means he wanted me to either hear the woman or smell her blood. Both, probably. Passive-aggressive asshole. Will and I used to hunt together, but I’ve pulled back and let him select the women for our playtime and feedings. Now he rubs it in my face by always taking the first bite. “That’s so hot,” the woman says. “You’re really a vampire.” I clear my throat. Will turns slowly around, blood on his lips. “What?”
