Chapter 9

Diana smirked, went to the mirror, and opened her mouth to check for fangs, yet she saw none. Disappointed, she sighed. "Dickhead, vampire, my ass," how could she even believe that it was all real?

Of course, vampires don't exist. She turned around towards the man, who looked bored watching her check herself, like she was someone who came from another planet. "For a moment there, I thought you were telling the truth, vampire, my ass. No such thing!"

He raised a brow and stepped a little forward. He took the wine glass from the bedside table and offered it to Diana.

"Here, take this. That might help your little trust issues."

“I don't have trust issues. I am merely trying to convince myself that you didn't give me drugs.”

She grumbled with a very disappointed look, but then she took a deep breath.

On cue, she halted. She looked at Andrew back to the wineglass, smelt the liquid inside with a furrowed brow, and then, with a quick painful ache in her gums, h