Once upon a time, I drank the blood of humans upon whom I had intentionally inflected tremendous pain,” she says. “It took me much dissatisfaction to realize that the taste of the blood directly correlates to the contents of the heart. Pain dilutes the flavor, but love is…” She inhales deeply, smiling serenely. “Love is deluxe. As a human, you might compare it to braising, or searing, or sautéing.”
