I waggled my eyebrows at her. "And doesn't that sound like a euphemism."
But in my case, it was literal. The only thing I wanted out of tonight was a blood meal.
"How does this work?" Caroline asked, leaning forward, the curiosity that had driven her to become a historian in her eyes.
I shrugged. "No idea."
"Didn't Liam or one of his minions teach you?"
I frowned when I tilted the beer back only to find it empty. With a sigh, I set it on the table. "I know the mechanics. That's mostly instinct. But drawing him in? Separating him from the pack? We haven't really gotten to that part."
Feeding from live blood sources had become a regular occurrence. I wasn't happy about how that had come about, but even I could recognize the necessity.
There were worse fates than drinking from humans. I wasn't ready to die, which meant I had to get over that hang-up.
My line in the sand had been crossed, and there was no way to go back.
Until now, I'd mostly stuck to human companions. Only problem was most of them hated my guts. There was nothing more awkward then asking to bite someone and seeing the obvious dislike when they complied. It made me feel like I was doing something wrong when it was a service they'd agreed to provide in the hopes of becoming a vampire.
I had problems enough with drinking live blood. I didn't need their bitchy attitude on top of it.
I was hoping learning to hunt in the wild would help with some of that. Problem was, I didn't have the first clue where to start.
Sometimes I wished being a vampire came with a rule book—preferably one with cliff notes. Or a "How-To Guide for Idiots".
"What about putting the whammy on them?" Caroline asked.
"You mean compulsion?"
Caroline's shrug was careless. "Yeah, sure. That's what I meant."
I made myself a little more comfortable in the chair.
"I'm not very good at compulsion," I admitted.
Caroline leveled a look on me, knowing me too well. "Maybe if you practiced."
"Now you sound like Liam."
"Man sometimes has a point," she muttered.
I lifted a shoulder. "Possibly."
That drew a wicked grin.
"That why you want me here?"
"More for the moral support," I admitted.
As powerful as Caroline was, she couldn't help me with this. Compulsion wasn't a werewolf talent. They were more suited to ripping their prey apart. No need to wipe memories when they're already dead.
Caroline's smile was sly. "If you can't fog their memory, I've always got a plan B."
She tilted her purse so I could get a look inside.
Disbelief filled me. "Is that a taser?"
"Figured it could scramble the person's brain if they figure out what's happening."
