Chapter 47

Fallon’s POV

“Yeah, Rodolfo was sniffing on me like a dog. Talking about having a taste of me.”

His whole face dropped into a killer zone.

“I don’t think he meant sexually,” I said, knowing the direction his thoughts might be flying.

He scoffed, “You have no idea what you do to men, Fallon. You have no idea how many of them itch to have you in their beds and how many would kill for a taste of your blood.” He sounded so dead serious that I got scared for a moment.

“You have the best blood I’ve sensed in my entire existence. Etan had to clear the room when he was repelling your scent shield.”

That annoying prick of a vampire.

“He said my blood wasn’t tempting.”

“He couldn’t admit that.”

Of course, he couldn’t.

Suddenly, a question popped into my head. A stupid one, but still, the words rolled out of my lips.

“You’ve never been tempted to drink from me. Why?”

“Never been tempted? You have no idea, my little