Devraj happened to be a vegetarian, which totally sucked for a vampire—no pun intended—who had to drink blood in order to stay alive. He was also a three-hundred-year-old, powerful as fuck vampire, so he’d gone over a month without feeding before. Most vamps couldn’t go near as long. He’d told me that after two months, he’d be pretty ravenous. Except now he wasn’t. Because of my charmed tattoo.
