Talia and I shared a look. I nudged my head as a signal for her to do something, but she ignored me, having no intention of getting involved.
I'm beginning to think that Talia will leave me to my ruin, maybe it's all ladies to themselves now.
I cleared my throat to grab the hungry Lycan's attention, who was on the verge of clearing the table.
How many stomachs does he have?
"Snow-bloods?" I questioned. That name caught my attention.
"Your people call them vampires, right?" he said with a mouthful, posing on a seat like he was familiar with this place.
"Stop!" I snapped.
Lucan's eating action ceased. "Did I do something wrong, Your Grace?"
"Sir Lucan," I began in a formal tone.
"Just Lucan." He swallowed down the food. "There is no need for such formalities I want us to be friends. May I call you by name?" But then he paused. "Although I don't think Drevon will be pleased by it."
He smirked. "He's so smitten with you. Did you bewitch him by chance?"
