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SIXTY-EIGHT | COFFEE
“Uh,” I said, wanting to buy myself more time, but wanting to get it over with, too. Torn between my options, I realised that they were both, at their core, the same. I had to tell him, whether it was right now, right this second, or in another ten, another twenty. “No. Vampires don’t age,” I said, taking my foot off the accelerator as I looked at Skye, my eyes narrowed, not harshly, but curiously.
He nodded to himself, his expression steely. His hand stayed steady on my thigh, though, and I slotted that reaction into a neat pile, marked ask Skye about later.
“Okay,” said Rowan. She’d caught the slight tension between us, her lip caught between her teeth, a tiny smudge of red lipstick on her rabbit-like front tooth. “But you said you drink animal blood?”
“Yeah. And if a human willingly offers their blood, then I would drink that, too. But I would
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