He nodded and looked at Daniel.
“The usual?”
“I’m feeling like meat today,” Daniel said.
Remi nodded and walked away.
That reminded me…
“Speaking of eating,” I began.
Daniel turned toward me, his expression sharp.
I jerked back a little. “What?”
“I already told you I’m not going to hurt you. Why do you—”
I lifted a hand and stuck it in his face, palm-first. He stopped talking.
I lowered my hand. “First of all, I came to that realization last night when you didn’t kill me after I bitch-slapped you.”
He scowled at me.
“Second of all, that’s not what I was going to talk about.”
“So, what were you going to talk about?” he asked.
His tone was ill-tempered, but I ignored it because I had questions and I wanted him to answer them.
“Well, you’re a vampire and I’ve seen you drink tea and hot cocoa, which wasn’t too surprising, but I didn’t think you ate actual food. I mean, a liquid diet makes sense, but pizza?”
“I eat food,” he said.
I waited but he didn’t say anything else.
“How does that work?” I asked. “I mean, do you have to drink blood every day along with food? Like a supplement or—?”
Daniel shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “A supplement?” he mumbled.
“Hey, I’m new to all this. You can’t blame me for having questions. Especially since you’re holding me hostage.”
“You’re not a—” Daniel’s voice was loud enough to have heads turning our way. He stopped, took a deep breath, and continued, “A hostage,” he whispered. “You’re my guest.”
“An unwilling guest is basically a hostage, Daniel,” I pointed out.
His scowl deepened. He should have looked scary as hell, but somehow it made him hotter. Maybe because I knew he wasn’t going to do anythingbutscowl at me.
“And quit avoiding my question,” I continued. “How does the food thing work?”
He sighed and rested his elbows on the table.
“I don’t have to eat as often as a human, but I eat. If I skip too many meals, my body needs more blood. I don’t need as much blood as a young vampire, but I do need it at least once a week or I start to feel weaker.”
“So, what does the blood do? Give you superhuman powers? Immortality?”
“That is a question that I don’t have time to answer on my lunch hour,” Daniel said.
“But—”
