Written in Red (The Others, #1)

by Anne Bishop

Now she wanted to be the Human Liaison, a job that would give her access to the Courtyard itself. He’d eat her before he gave her that job. And Vladimir Sanguinati, who was the store’s other manager, had offered to help more than once if Simon looked at Asia some night and felt peckish. A fair arrangement, since Vlad preferred the blood while Simon liked ripping off chunks of fresh meat.

Ok, so this is not a “I’m gonna bite you in a sexy way” type of supernaturals book. Gotcha

<That was our prey,> Elliot growled. <His too,> Simon growled back, showing his teeth. <We share.> <Waste of meat.> <Not a waste.> True, the Sanguinati didn’t use the meat, but after Vlad’s family had dined, he would call Boone Hawkgard, the Courtyard’s butcher. Tomorrow there would be a discreet sign in the shop’s window informing the terra indigene that special meat was available.

I feel weird about the fact these guys are basically cannibals. I mean, I like the shifter concept and the fact that they are not the fuzzy, warm creatures from romance BUT can’t they do the gruesome killing without mentioning that the meat of humans is their desert?! EDIT:- after finishing the book- I’m strangely ok with this part.

He rammed his key into the lock and turned it, but he didn’t open the door. “She doesn’t smell like prey. She’s rested and fed and not cold. Why doesn’t she smell like prey?” “Not all humans do,” Henry replied quietly.