Chapter 38: Drake

I follow Lady Mehira out of the hotel, much to the chagrin of the humans who see us. Mehira doesn’t hide her sex appeal and based on the conversations that I heard from the humans, they recognize that she’s from the castle on the hill.

As she walks, people stop talking, standing to watch as she passes, and me as well.

“You,” she says to a very attractive man whose blood smells sweet even from here. He falls in line behind us, pumping his fist to his friends.

“You,” she says to a beautiful woman whose blood smells similarly to the man’s, sweet like honey, and she raises her chin and falls into line behind us.

“Hey. Hey!” the guy behind me stage whispers.

I turn and look at him as Mehira continues to call to the ones whose blood smells the sweetest. I’m not sure if that’s the draw, or if that’s just the draw tonight, but it’s obviously what she’s looking for.

“We’re the elite man,” he says, putting his fist out toward me. I frown at him and turn back around.

“Dude, don’t be a dick