As Lily climbed into Greer's waiting car, she wiped the excess blood from her mouth. Greer did a double-take as he patted the seat beside him. "Sorry," Lily said sheepishly. "It was a cat. I couldn't help myself."
"Here, take this," Greer said, handing her a bag of human blood from a cooler in the console of the car. "It will tide you over until we figure things out."
Lily reluctantly took it and sniffed the cap. "Why is it so bland?" she asked, snuggling into him. "The cat smelled better."
"Trust me, it's better than the alternative, from a sourcing point of view," Greer insisted.
"No wonder your employees like to hunt if this is the best you have to offer," Lily said, taking a sip and grimacing.
"Please trust me, and stay away from the hunted stuff," Greer warned. "One sip and you'r
