EVE POV
The guy started to stir just as I finished setting the tubes. Great timing, bloodsucker. I'd already hooked him up, both arms, because why the hell would I waste time draining one vein when I could double the speed? Efficient, not cruel. Okay—maybe a little cruel. But really, who's keeping score?
The blood flowed smoothly into the basin I'd dragged up earlier, warm and thick and red as sin. The blindfold was still in place, thank the Goddess, so he couldn't see a thing. That made this easier—less screaming, less guilt. Not that I was planning to feel guilty.
He groaned, low and broken, then flinched when the needle in his vein shifted. Poor baby. "Please... let me go," he rasped, voice rough like he'd swallowed gravel.
And that's when I noticed his mouth. Bloodied, but not from punches. His fangs—gone. Lucius had defanged him.
I blinked, then leaned closer. "Well, damn," I muttered under my breath. "Guess someone pissed off the wrong vampire."
