EVE'S POV:
I stood before him, trying to keep my composure, my chin lifted in a stubborn tilt. I couldn't afford to show weakness, not now. "Okay, now that you have my blood, we are partners. When do I get the other vampire's blood that you promised me?"
The way he looked at me, it was like he could see through me, see the fear I was trying to hide, the desperation that had driven me to this point. His eyes, silver and sharp, narrowed as he leaned in, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.
"How much do you need for your voodoo magic?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery, even as his curiosity seemed genuine.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "Eleven pints of blood," I said, my voice steady, even as my heart raced.
He stilled, his eyes widening for a moment before narrowing once more. "Eleven," he repeated, his voice low, dangerous. "Do you have any idea what you're asking me, little witch?"
