Amir’s eyes fixed on her breasts before he averted his gaze.

“Is there a reason why you’re stalking me while I sleep?” Sasha inquired as she snared a robe lying on the bench at the foot of the bed.

“You don’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust any of you,” she corrected, loosely tying the sash.

“I could have killed you while you slept, but didn’t.”

“Would you like a treat? Come over here and I’ll give you a belly rub.” She perched on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress.

The man scowled. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”

A sigh escaped her. “Apparently. Meanwhile, I just woke and haven’t had my morning pick-me-upper.”

“Do you need a coffee?”

She arched a brow. “Have you had one recently?”

It took him a second before he recoiled. “You are not drinking from me.”

“Pity. You smell delicious, and I’ll bet you taste even better.”

“Keep your blood-sucking fangs away from me.”

“Now who doesn’t trust who?” she quipped.

“It’s not about trust but the fact I’m not food.”

“You do know it wouldn’t harm you, right? I drink a bit of blood, you feel really good, everyone’s happy.”

“Says you.”

She shrugged. “Believe me or not, but that’s how it works.”

“So you’re saying vampires don’t feed to the death.”

“They can, but most don’t. Missing people and dead bodies tend to draw notice. You should know our survival among humans requires discretion.”

“The vamp who stole dormants and brainwashed rogues didn’t seem to care.”

“I wouldn’t use the actions of Roderick or Morpheus to judge the rest of us.”

“Says the woman who treated us as if we would suddenly turn into murdering Lycans.”

“Touché, Puppy Chow.”

He grimaced. “Must you call me that?”

“I’d prefer to call you lover, but somehow I don’t think you’re the type to fall into a woman’s bed so easily.” Blame her erotic dreams for being so blatant.

If only she’d had a camera ready for his expression. “Uh…”

“Seems like something’s got your tongue, and it definitely isn’t my kitty.” She winked.

The big man blushed.

Adorable.