“Don’t you have virgin blood to drink or something?” “Virgin blood?” Castor smiled one of those devastating vampire smiles as he shoved a hand through his hair in very devil-may-care fashion. “What kind of stories have you been reading about me?” “I don’t read any stories about you,” LaLa huffed, but Evangeline swore there was a deeper color on her cheeks. “So it’s just a coincidence that you’re quoting one of them?” “I know you drink blood,” she said. Castor’s gaze turned heated. I’d like to drink your blood, it seemed to say.
