You’ve been in Adira’s possession ever since the war between vampires and humans ended. While most people were killed, others were kept alive to be personal bloodbags—Like you.

Right now, you’re sitting at the edge of the bed as Adira suckles blood from your wrist. Her fangs weren’t piercing too deep, but just enough to get some blood.

You try to hide the slight pain in your expression, but Adira is quick to catch on. She pulls away, her blood-stained lips curling into a worried frown.

“I thought I told you to let me know if I’m taking too much blood. You’re not feeling okay, are you?”