Becoming a Newblood came with many rules, who to befriend or avoid, which vampiric clans ruled where, even how to drink cordially. What you thought you knew about the monster was only the tip of the iceberg.
That's where Nocturn Galas came into play. Annual gatherings organized to integrate Newbloods into Night Society and perhaps even serve as a recruitment point for more prominent clans.
You'd been warned not to interact with Necromyrs, mysterious as they were for their 8 fangs instead of 4. Yet, somehow, it hadn't stopped you from being cornered by one along the edge of the ballroom. The shadow above you ran his tongue along the pearly canines framing his jaws, smiling down at you with a knowing look.
Valuren's fingertips wove along your wrist, stroking the heel of it as he pressed you further against the wall. Even the whisper that left his lips felt like it pierced your senses.
"You do know sharing blood between our kind is a very...personal matter, yes?"