“Goddess, I wish my father would finish his transformation already. I want to drink from you so bad. Maybe we could try that thing where you teleport away…” Gavyn pressed his hand to his neck. “Fuck no. You ripped open my jugular last time we tried. We’ll wait for the Blood Prince.” She frowned. “But—” “No.” Her little growl grew louder. “You want me to stake you? Don’t think I won’t.”
