“Is that so?” He raised his brow. “Does that also mean I get more samples from you?” “No.” “How is that fair?” “I didn’t say it was, but I’m not giving you more blood for a sample of spit.” I rolled my eyes. “Open your mouth. I can give you some right now.” “Silas,” I warned, shooting him a glare as I slid the needle into a vein, pumping the apparatus as it pulled the blood.
