“Never mind then,” I said dismissively. “But thanks for the drink, sweetie,” I added casually, taking a step back. “Sweetie? There’s nothing sweet about me, new girl,” he scoffed. “Sure there is,” I purred, holding my ground as he advanced again. “You taste like rainbow dust on a fresh summer morning dipped in sugar.” I licked his blood from my bottom lip to emphasise my point and his brow furrowed. “I doubt it. Maybe you need another taste.” He bared his throat to me and I smiled, no fangs in sight. “Thanks but no thanks. Wouldn’t wanna get diabetes.” I winked at him then shot away with my
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