He paused, his fingers still touching his cheek. “What the fuck, that exists?”

Daniel tried to envision himself giving a rat’s ass whether the person he ate had a sex life. He couldn’t see how it would change the taste, unless there was diseased blood involved, or hormones or something. Talk about cruel: taking a person out before anyone got to home plate? He wasn’t that bereft of humanity.

“My palette’s not that developed. Let’s just say I found myself in a look-but-don’t-touch situation, so I’m famished.”

He wished he had a pen and notepad so he could start jotting down all the quirks of vampirism Deanna hadn’t shared with him. Call him crazy, but he was getting the impression that his sire didn’t expect him to last long. Kind of a self-fulfilling prophesy.

“Also, I doubt there’s a virgin within a mile of this place.”