Sighing, Kat leaned back against the edge of the counter. “It’s… complicated. And a bit embarrassing.” “Those are my specialties,” Ivy said. Uncapping her juice, she took a long swig. “Go on then.” Chewing her bottom lip with one fang, Kat finally yielded. “Before I was… captured, Edgar and I…” “Did you two fuck?” “No, no…” Kat grimaced slightly. “I mean… Almost?” Ivy swallowed her gasp. “We kissed—made out, really—but we stopped,” she said. “We both needed to feed, and it’s tricky with two of our kind feeding from each other.”
