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“Does the point go to you or me? Is this a draw?” He hummed, licking his fingers clean.
“That is revolting.” I grimaced, ignoring his question. “Blood is blood.” He smirked. “I will take anything you give me—anything.”
This scene was,,, yeah. Mhmm. Yeah.
“Yield, or I will throw myself off the roof when you’re not looking.” “I yield,” he said quickly.
He only wanted to chase, catch, release, and repeat.
“Silas, the greenhouse is glass. I can see you.” “I wasn’t hiding.” I was hiding.
The jaws were propped open, a long fang exposed, the other tucked against the roof of the mouth.
The woman at the flower shop? He’s pulling an Angel and picking people off. Cutting off her resources
An innocent woman was murdered because I failed her, painting a target on my back with her blood.
A little vague in regards to the connection to the woman. We saw her briefly (twice?)
“I’ll meet you, but not for leisure. I have business to discuss with you.” “Business?” “A proposal.” “Oh?”
His attire seemed relaxed, a few buttons undone on his shirt as well as his sleeves rolled up his forearms.
Nice fan service
“You were going to eat me.” “I never said that.” “By the sight of your teeth twitching, I beg to differ.”
Gaslighting king!!
“Tension spoils the blood.” “Liar.” I poked my finger into his chest. “Tension doesn’t spoil the blood. You want to taste it paired with pleasure.”
“I want to hear you beg for me,” I breathed. “On your knees, preferably.” “Why would I beg when I could just make you melt with a single tongue-lashing between your legs?”
“If you’re going to compare your nasty impulses to the likes of dogs,” I purred, “then you better bark.”
YUM delicious food
I wonder if he ages or if he has a human lifespan. Or just a v Victorian sense of existential dread
Seeing any tenderness from a thing like him was strange, especially for something like me.
The blood transfusion apparatus was a tall graduated cylinder with a flared base to keep it upright.
Craziest exposure therapy rn oml
“This is why they tell patients not to look.” He tried to lighten the mood. “It’s just adrenaline.”
“But why would I go see those masterpieces when there is one right here?”
Oh he’s putting it on her
Jacobson’s organ?”
Snake!!
“Almonds. I could smell it six paces ago.” “Why didn’t you say anything?” “I wanted you closer.”
Little shit
His eyes were closed now, and he seemed slightly flustered. Was it uncomfortable? Was his mouth that sensitive?
FASCINATING truly like a snake with the ability to collect venom and expel it at ease
As I squeezed the pump, the liquid came out black.
“A Mellifluous Host.”
Oh slay lore
my guest room.
my guest room
My guest room
He wore a simple black shirt with the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up his forearms.
He’s everywhere
“I was born. Two full-blooded Vipera can conceive, but it is difficult—”
we live until we starve to death or have our heads taken off,”
“You would have to die within six hours of being envenomed,” he explained, “but yes, you would turn, but you wouldn’t be corrupted.”
Slay
So interesting. She’s like, a dormant dhampir
How ironic that the only man who could comfort an aching soul like me would be the worst one I knew.
“I will not forgive you if you die without my permission,” I whispered. While it was supposed to be a joke, it was also truthful.
Two dots of blue light peered at me from the corner, but this wasn’t my regular phantom.
They were almost perfectly matched to his skin, except the black gradient at the sharp point, like small porcupine quills.
To latch on like a fuckin snake
“Mating.” He kept his eyes averted. This was the first time I’d seen him blush.
This is the first time I’ve seen this mentioned and actually am like “yeah that makes sense”
Mating. The word was sending my brain deep into a primal gutter.
“They have venom too?”
Why is this soft and intimate, hm?
hundreds of years old,
“No. Vipera cannot breed with humans.”
This wasn’t from him.
It’s giving Carmilla
A man by the name of Luka Novikov, the Fixer.
Viktor and a couple of his friends approached,
This isn’t Luka, right? Silas would have recognized him immediately? She did say he was like an old soul and the way he spoke he sounded,,,, old
Nikolai and Boris.”
One of them?? Luka??
Why did it feel like I was betraying Silas just by hearing it?
