“What about blood?” Ivy blurted out, completely hypnotized by his gaze. Silas blinked. And blinked again. “Blood?” “You… you have fangs,” she said, wanting to smack herself in the forehead for being so dull. “I didn’t know if… that was part of…” She wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. The red in his eyes deepened to the exact shade of the thing they were discussing. “Blood is sacred, Ivy,” Silas murmured. “The offering of blood to an Incubus is a cherished gift. We don’t take such things lightly.”
