“How did this even happen?” I decide to ask, gesturing around at the sex pallet they’ve thoroughly ruffled. Vance’s lips tug into a smirk. “I gave her a gift.” “She doesn’t like gifts. All that chocolate is wasting as effectively as the flowers I sent,” I’m quick to argue. “Aside from the shit you’ve been feeding each other down here.” “Wrong gifts, apparently,” Arion says before taking a seat on the floor. “I’m seeing she likes a softer approach. Damien stays in too much trouble.” Now I want to punch the vampire too, but I don’t think I’ve fed enough to take him yet.
