“Now leave so I can eat.” As she said it, she slid into Mordecai’s lap, straddling him and brushing aside his shoulder-length hair. He was already tipping his head to the side, his hands landing on her waist. “You can’t drink from a glass?” Cassius said dryly, getting to his feet. “Night Children only drink from the throat if they are lost to bloodlust or they are drinking from a lover. I don’t think bloodlust is the case here,” Cyrus murmured,
